Angel
What's your favorite holiday
My angel wants to know
Is it Christmas morning or Easter day
I say no it ain't any of those
Yes and I ain't the halo of lights round my town
Birthday cake ribbons or bows
No, my favorite holiday
Is when angel's holding me close
And what's your favorite book to read
My angel wants to know
Is it Atlas Shrugged or Confederacy
I say no it ain't any of those
Now the seers and sages of pages and pages
Carry my consummate load
But my favorite book to read
Is angel's beautiful soul
And what's your favorite song to sing
My angel wants to know
Is it one of your own or another's you glean
I say no it ain't any of those
Now there's nothing like writing those lines down to sound
Innocent words become poem
But my favorite words to sing are angel, hello
Now all of these questions, one single answer
This could get very old
But the way that I figure it we got a holy fit
Blood, muscle and bone
Now life isn't always so perfect and polished
And I got my own lumps to show
But the day that I don't thank the stars for my angel
Bury me far below
Better bury me cause what I know
Kingdom's will rise and fall
Nothing remains but the true love of angel
My angel wants to know
Is it Christmas morning or Easter day
I say no it ain't any of those
Yes and I ain't the halo of lights round my town
Birthday cake ribbons or bows
No, my favorite holiday
Is when angel's holding me close
And what's your favorite book to read
My angel wants to know
Is it Atlas Shrugged or Confederacy
I say no it ain't any of those
Now the seers and sages of pages and pages
Carry my consummate load
But my favorite book to read
Is angel's beautiful soul
And what's your favorite song to sing
My angel wants to know
Is it one of your own or another's you glean
I say no it ain't any of those
Now there's nothing like writing those lines down to sound
Innocent words become poem
But my favorite words to sing are angel, hello
Now all of these questions, one single answer
This could get very old
But the way that I figure it we got a holy fit
Blood, muscle and bone
Now life isn't always so perfect and polished
And I got my own lumps to show
But the day that I don't thank the stars for my angel
Bury me far below
Better bury me cause what I know
Kingdom's will rise and fall
Nothing remains but the true love of angel
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Writer(s): Jose Miguel Velasquez
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