Angel With Attitude

I stand
I wait
Just waiting
For that fight

If something goes wrong
Then there I go
I’ll fly away
Flying with the winds flow

High up
Above the clouds
Where the air is thin
Is its own shroud

By itself
It makes me feel good
Knowing way far down
There I’d never ever could

I very well
May be rude
But I call it
Being an angel with attitude