Misplaced creature

There’s a bit of heaven in his voice
He’s an angel, a misplaced creature
Stuck in a place without a choice

Days pass and as he feels numb
Waiting for a change
And listening to his inner voice, the beating drum

As fears vanish
The doors to freedom open
All that remains is a goodbye, to banish

He left, bound for his home
On his path he met so many creatures
And realised he was not alone

And if you believe, believe in angels
He’s one without a doubt
And I, I am grateful

For meeting you