The Angel Song

In the chill of the night While the moon gently sleeps I wander in silence on snow-laden streets As I gaze into sunsets over silhouette mountains I am amazed that the God who made all this, made me As my eyes were opened I began to believe The myster

Fallen angel Ripped and bruised Think on better days Life is rude Treats you bad Tears your wings away Raise your eyes to star and sky Believe in fly aways Take your dreams, your broken schemes And sweep the past away Fly lonely angel High above thes