Angel Without Wings

by Tiffany Watson   Jun 18, 2004


The first time I saw you I didn't know what to think, if we were friends or if we could be something more.

The first time I heard your voice it was smooth, calm and sensitive. The first time I heard you sing, your voice turned my life into your melody.

The first time you held me in your arms I knew you would stay and never fly away. You were an angel in disguise, an angel that would never fly.

My angel that sang to me made me feel safe and warm inside. Your my angel that would never fly.

My angel without wings

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