I've seen these angels drifting by

And sometimes even these angels seem a little sad

(Perhaps they drift in the same oceans of uncertainty as I)

An angel's  wing that's tattered

And trying diligently to maintain flight

What does it mean when even the angels cry?

And yet, within me, the faith and hope that I could stop these tears;

That even if the angels themselves could not heal me,

Perhaps I could still mend them --

Or maybe we could save each other.

So if you could please just send me an angel,

I swear I'll never let her fall.

Imagine these dreams in flight...