Wings of an Angel

Wings of an Angel

I am at ease in the arms of a dream,

Which is a million miles, from the place I was born.

Although now, most of my days I spend alone,

When she wakes, she spreads the wings and takes me there.

Now most of my days, I spend like a child,

Who is afraid of ghosts in my mind.

I know, there ain’t nothing there,

I’m still afraid to turn on the lights.

But when she wakes, she spreads the wings and takes me there.

Ya, when she wakes, she spreads the wings, and takes me there.