There is a dream waiting to unfold
It is burning like fire in the air
Bright eyes share the story to be told
Are the words really fair?
Angel eyes are watching over you
Waiting for the words to be said
They will show the way for who is true
Remember there is nothing unsaid.
In the distance there is glee
It cries for hope and praise
You see it sails across the sea
Can you hear the phrase?
Home again across the lands I dream
Waiting, wishing, and praying for angels
The words are ever so vague and free
Do you see angel eyes flying the angles?
Angels touch the blue skies
Answering questions of render
Or maybe of hopeful times
Then there is a time for the sender.
There are times I wish I could fly
And then I wish I were an angel
Then visions would not cry
Sometimes I dream of being an angel