Concrete Wings

She was born amongst the angels,
But born with concrete wings.
She'll never learn to fly,
But she's stuck on earth with me.

They always kept her down,
Too heavy for her to lift,
They always sat there, limp,
Too sturdy for us to clip.

I hate to see those crystal tears
Coming from those gemstone eyes,
I hate to hear that awful noise
Coming from her as she cries.

So I asked myself,
"How could this happen to her? Why her? Why me?"
So the thought occurred to me,
When angel dies, does she still get her wings?