I believe in angels
Not those who sit on clouds on high
Play harps, have wings that sprout and fly
I believe in angels
Not those who dress in gowns of white
Beneath their halos, gleaming bright
I believe in angels
Not those who live in far off heaven
But those unknown who we are given
Those who shimmer, those who shine
Who put their own lives last in line
Those whose wings of love enfold us
The ones that listen and hold us
Those whose wisdom is imparted
And their words comfort the broken hearted
Ordinary angels
Gold that's undiscovered
I believe in angels
Have you met my mother?
