Heavenly Angels

This a poem i just had to write. I have started writing a series to this poem.

Leaning on someone
in the need of comfort.
Some may call me an angel.
I'm the angel everyone calls on.
Like the angel I am
I come to be the one
everyone leans on.
Everyone calls me their angel
but in reality they are my heavenly angels.
I am an angel
in waiting to receive my wings.
I sit here on earth
waiting to earn my wings,
so that I can return home.
To be an angel
waiting on the moon