angels don’t fly in wings made of gold,
angels don’t lie with every word they’ve told,
angels don’t fold their hands or bury the slain,
but roam these endless lands rescuing those in the chains,
angels don’t sleep in starlit eyes,
even when nights go deep they’ll watch us until we rise,
angels don’t hide in crowds that walk the streets,
they walk with us side by side wherever the road leads,
angels don’t fly in wings made of gold,
angels don’t cry when the world is cold.