Give the angels back their wings
Let them dance in heaven
Let them find their way;
To search for the things..
Their favourite word named seven
The colours white, silver, gold..
It’s like a fairy tale so old..
But in this cruel life of devils..
There’s still such thing as love, affection, need..
We find it back in life of hope
Knowing angels’re passing by..
Watch carefully if you see one,
Maybe it’s a human being,
Then you can wonder why..
You see the things you’re seeing
Who is an angel ?
Is it you, is it me?
I know it for sure, it’s true
It is you....