The Lonely and the Lovely

My angel is no angel, his face all cut up and lovely. His wings tell the most glorious lies, willing and whispering that it's all right to leap from bridges and buildings. They do not say that people fall more often than they fly. His light is a lunar apparition, a false reflection, because he has no light of his own. He tricks me with his songs and like a fool I sing along. He speaks of a heaven he's never seen. My angel is no angel, but I'm all cut up and lonely, so I keep him with me.