Angel

I wrote this a few years ago, I think it's still my favorite of all my songs

Father used to say “Son, this world is troubled.

So you must find the way, but do not be befuddled

When you can’t see the path beneath your feet— Cry out my child, for you’re incomplete.

And if you pray, you will find deliverance this very day.”

So I found a path in the undergrowth, ‘twas a road less taken

And I wondered as I wandered through that yellow wood- Oh had I been mistaken?

Then I looked up to the skies, searching for the eyes that sought me out

Though all I saw was stars and fireflies, still I cried out

Angel fly away

Angel take me away

Angel’s wings brushed up against my face. I felt their power; I met their grace.

How did father know what I would face? I found his gift within this glorious blaze.

I turned my gaze unto the west- a weathered oak with scars upon its flesh.

Set deep within its bark, those years ago my father left his mark when he cried

Angel fly away

Angel take me away

Angel fly away

Angel take me away