Winged Angels wait outside your door
Waiting to pick you from the floor
Doors are many, choose any of them
Each one of the Angels is a gem
What touches you is your bird
Board on it's back to see the world
God has sent it, be sure!
Will vanish all the dust of fear
And fill you with a solid might
Which will show you what's right
See not what's gone in the past
Brooding will get yourself lost
Turn around and see their hue
Hold them, they will carry you!
My girl, pass all your phase
With the smile on your face!
Happy Birthday, my baby pink!
Two decades gone in a wink!
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