Angels
As I look up,
I see angels' wings,
I hear the sound,
As the angel sings.
I see the glow,
The brightest light,
This makes me smile,
a wondrous sight.
They look so light,
As they float aloft,
With faces bright,
Which look so soft.
They fade away,
As fast as they came,
The light goes out,
Like a candles flame.
Why did they come,
We'll never know,
With smiles so soft,
And skin like snow.
Written by David Boyce
02 August 2004
DavidBoyce©2004
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