Lullaby Of The Angel

I'm not to young to notice, too innocent to see,

that Angels all around me trying to break free.

There must be an answer, I know it in my heart.

And if I knew the question, I would surley ask.

Sometimes I pretend they're not gone

and the world still a wonderful song, nothing is wrong.

They say that they are leaving, their work has all been done.

They say that they are flying back towards the sun.

I know they must have a reason to leave us all alone.

But tell me, do the angels have a home?

When the angels are waving goodbye,

I'm smiling but deep down I cry, wondering why....