I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing.
When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.
Was I in a nativity play? I think I was an angel; I was a very blonde child, so I tended to get typecast. I have a vague memory of wearing wings.
My dad has given me the best gift anyone has ever given me. He gave me wings to fly.
My mom's an angel, bless her heart, for everything I put her through.
I've always been fascinated by everything with wings.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
All I know is that I've ruled out wearing fairy wings. When I was nine I wanted to get married in fairy wings, and now I realize that's not cool anymore.
'Halo' I wrote with my grandpa in his nursing home. When I went to visit him, he'd often comment on my halo. But of course, I couldn't see. And he always - he had pictures of Jesus with these beautiful halos. And so I asked him if he'd write a song with me about Jesus' halo.
I've had an angel on my shoulder all my life.