Angel is a girl with short brown hair Simple little face and simple clothes she wears Angel isn't much for idle conversation Doesn't care about the weather or the newest sensation
Angel spends her nights giving of herself To the little blue hairs in silver chairs Who cannot help themselves
Angel is an angel on the inside You and I may not see from the outside Oh I pray that in time, oh that our eyes Will see past an angel's disguise.
Martin is a man with four kids and a wife Living out his average days in an average nine to five Well, now he's no superman as the modern world perceives But he wouldn't think twice to give his life for his family
Angels of love come in many different ways Do we ignore the art of the purest heart? 'Cause we just don't like the frame
Angel is an angel on the inside You and I may not see from the outside Oh I pray that in time, oh that our eyes Will see past an angel's disguise.
From high upon out throne What goes deeper than the skin? Do we wait to cast the stone? Do we ever look within?
