Angels don’t always wear their wings.
Sometimes they’re quiet steady things.
A voice that says “Just stay today”
A hand that helps you find your way.
In rooms where broken hearts confess.
Through tears, truth and tenderness.
Peer voices rise both strong and kind.
They’ve walked the dark, you’re not behind.
A counselor sits with patient grace.
Sees every scar you try to erase.
And gently, shows through all the pain,
that loss can bloom to life again.
At Sobrius hope learns how to stand.
Not just a dream but something planned.
With every step each sober breath.
You’re choosing life, you’re conquering death.
This recovery family waits with open arms.
Through all the storms & all alarms.
They see the strength you couldn’t see.
The person you were meant to be.
Here with strong men who once wore silent scars.
Who battled demons behind bars,
Of pride and fear now stand up tall.
Learning “in” strength to feel it all.
Women fierce with shattered pasts,
who never thought their pain would pass,
now rise like dawn after the storm,
no longer broken but reborn.
We start with souls that want to recover,
and strangers rise as sisters & brothers.
Recovery isn’t just letting go.
It’s learning how to heal & grow.
With angels near both seen & true.
Reflected in the hearts of you.
And in the end through all you’ve done;
the fight, the fall, the battles won.
You rise not perfect but reborn.
A living light from one once so torn.