Hear the whispers of angels
With broken hearts
Who are too tired to fly
Anymore
And they sway
They sway now in the breeze of Time
Softer now than before
See their pictures
Those happy eyes
From way back when
They’re not smiling anymore
Even though they’re trying
Echoing in my soul
The echo of love
That could have been
And somewhere
I believe
There may still be an angel
A brilliant glittering diamond
The mother lode
But the lights are growing dim
And the skies are growing dark
I stop for a moment
To listen
To the whispers of angels