Each night as you drift off to sleep,
you might feel a breeze,
or the tickle of a feather
that might make you sneeze.
It's just caused by angel wings
that fluttered closely by;
An angel held aloft by love,
high in the midnight sky.
An angel who drops kisses
upon you as you sleep;
Who's teardrops form falling stars
each time she gently weeps.
For the love that cannot be ...
that fate had kept apart,
the love that shall eternally
remain within her heart.
An angel who returns to you,
each time that she takes flight,
whose love lights up the night
as the stars burning bright.
