Feathers of angel wings Often float down From on high And sometimes if you’re lucky You may see them fly by, Watching over those who need them Caring for lost souls, They are beauty and they are magical They’re born from the ancient and the old.
Feathers of angel wings Often float down From on high And sometimes if you’re lucky You may see them fly by, Watching over those who need them Caring for lost souls, They are beauty and they are magical They’re born from the ancient and the old.
