Here We Find An Angel

Here we find an angel
His wings are beautiful and white
Hit sits there in his glory
Spreading unto the world his light

Here we find an angel
His wings and strong and free
Evil is far from his mind
And will forever be

Here we find an angel
Who has helped so many people
But when he entered that building
He was pushed under the shadowed steeple

Here we find an angel
His wings bright wings have faded
From all the lofty people
He was shunned and separated

Here we find an angel
Who wings have turned gray
His once beautiful personality
Has slowly gone astray

Here we find an angel
A gun up to his head
He couldn't stand the loneliness
He'd be better off if he was dead

Here we find an angel
His wings have long ago died
Washed away by the tears
That every night he cried

Now here we find an angel
Who's body has gone still
With the gun within his grip
Covered with the blood it let spill.