Angels live among us...all with tattered wings,
God still helps them to fly and praise as they joyfully sing.
No complaints they make while traveling door to door,
They'll enter your house and look after you more and more.
Why, you may ask such pain they endure?
Flying with tattered wings and bodies almost sore...
Because the magic under every wing is perpetual and unending
As they wrap you in protection and care everlasting .....
The beauty of shining wings, they are willing to sacrifice
Just so that the broken and tattered ones are kept warm and nice.
They forget their looks or the way people imagine them to be,
'Cause when the world's tattered and ugly, which angel can trouble to be pretty?
God still helps them to fly and praise as they joyfully sing.
No complaints they make while traveling door to door,
They'll enter your house and look after you more and more.
Why, you may ask such pain they endure?
Flying with tattered wings and bodies almost sore...
Because the magic under every wing is perpetual and unending
As they wrap you in protection and care everlasting .....
The beauty of shining wings, they are willing to sacrifice
Just so that the broken and tattered ones are kept warm and nice.
They forget their looks or the way people imagine them to be,
'Cause when the world's tattered and ugly, which angel can trouble to be pretty?
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