Can you see a face and know
Some things are meant to be
The smile she sends across the room
It some how lands on me

As angels go, there’s more to this
Than wings that scratch the sky
It’s all the times I pulled her down
When she wanted just to fly

I didn’t mean to need so much
And steal from heavens tune
But angels rarely come down here
And fly off much too soon

I wish you well and want you to know
That I’m happy for the sky
And every soul that gets the chance
To watch an angel fly

© 1/4/1997
William Grant Preston

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