Some of angels have a wings
That can't be seen by eyes.
They're outside the world, such things,
But you can feel it and the skies.
The kind whisper, tender touch.
So honey scent I love so much,
Stroking hair like a wind,
See inside a sunset glint.
From your soul you can call me.
Do I hear ya? Yes, I do...
The voice of Dad, the voice of you.
In the One we have the key.
See my wings... See and start
To touch them like you touched my heart.