Identity of an angel

He wakes up every morning,
Thinking about today,
Walking in a dreary shadow,
Anticipating every move he makes.

He's an angel with no halo,
He's an angel with no wings,
He's an angel that soars above everything.

She wakes up every night,
To the baby's cry,
It's not really like ,
She even has to try,
She's a single mom,
Of only twenty-five.

He's an angel with no halo,
He's an angel with no wings,
He's an angel that soars above everything.

She's an angel with no halo.
She's an angel with no wings.
She's an angel that soars above everything.

He's an angel with no halo,
He's an angel with no wings,
He's an angel that soars above everything.

You may think I'm just a child,
You may think I'm just a kid,
You may think I'm pretty wild,
But the thing is.

He's an angel with no halo.
He's an angel with no wings.
He's an angel that soars above everything.

I'm an angel with no halo,
I'm an angel with no wings,
I'm an angel that soars above everything.

He's an angel with no halo.
He's an angel with no wings.
He's an angel that soars above everything.

We may be three different hearts,
We may be three different minds,
We may be three different people,
But we think alike.

He's an angel with no halo.
He's an angel with no wings.
He's an angel that soars above everything.

We are angels with no halos,
We are angels with no wings,
We are angels that soar above everything,
We are angels that soar above everything,
We are angels that soar above everything,
We are angels that soar above all of everything.

He's an angel with no halo.
He's an angel with no wings.
He's an angel that soars above everything.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010