I met her when we was young
Together we played, laughed and sung.
She looks human and has no wings
Sometimes I wondering if I am imagining things
She is who I turn to when the world is against me
It like she spread her invisible wings and I feel free
Her soft angelic voice makes my trouble fade away
And fill my soul with laughter all day
I'm so use to her being near
That without her is what I most fear
No one to melt the pain of life away
What would I do if she would go one day?
I sometimes pray to God at night
To thank him for making my best friend so right
And also ask him was it an angel that he send?
If it wasn't then no one could ask for a better friend
