In my life from love I have always run.

But now I long for an Angel to come.

Somone to make me feel loved and alive.

So I dream at night for my Angel to arrive.

As the years advance, being alone I fear.

So I sit and wonder is my Angel near?

Beauty and wings are not important to me.

As in our minds, different Angels we see.

She need not shine as a star in the night.

Just somebody to hold my hand tight.

She'll be an 'Angel' to me in all but name.

If she just takes away this loneliness pain.