Angels

Angels lay in the bay,
they sit on the clouds of hope,
hearts running so wild and free,
across the sands of time.

Angels hide in the skies,
watch for them on the clouds,
whispering sweet words of love,
for your ears to be pleased.

Angels fly over the rooftops,
searching for someone in need,
of guidance from above,
the wind sings their thoughts.

Angels wash waves of happiness,
over the whole world,
sometimes when you listen closely,
you can hear their soft voices calling to you.