AngelSon Thrift Store

I was lost in a sea of secondhand seams Dusty shells held forgotten screams I wasn't looking for a halo or wings Just a threat to men, my unraveling dreams I met angel in a thrift store aisle She wore a jacket stitched with time Her smile so bright I saw the light in her eyes I felt the urge to run, she said This world stitched in mismatches Even broken things can be brand new Thrift store angel, what do The way I should go, she wasn't flying But her feet barely touched the floor She said this is where the lost things find more God sends angels, he takes his time She patched my heart with a dollar and a dime She said life ain't perfect, but neither is this dress Floors make it worth more, not any less She twirled in the aisle and I confessed I came here broken, now I'm blessed She said this world stitched in mismatches Even broken things can be brand new Thrift store angel, what do She wore sneakers older than the vinyl speck Spoken riddles, no need to act I met angel in a thrift store Smiling