Maybe She's an Angel

You take another drink down on a cold winter's night,
It's a soothing comfort after a long winded fight.
Leaving, she slams the door with a loud cursing sound.
You open the glass bottle, pouring yourself another round.

Your car keys are gone, but she took more than the truck,
She did away with your marriage, turned you down on your luck.
The ice clinks your glass, one more drink you're about to pour,
But then, the best thing she gave you just walked through the door.

Two pigtails tied with red ribbon, and two icy blue eyes,
You attempt to hide your drink, while filling her with lies.
Kissing her goodnight, you send her back to bed,
Your hands cup your face, while silent tears shed.

Snatching a drawing off the fridge, it was a portrait she drew,
A family's smiling faces, the skies of pure blue.
Pouring his drink down the drain, he tossed the bottle away,
She was one of the few of God's angels he let go astray.