Like the wings of an angel,
Coloured as the night she flies.
Waiting for a saviour,
Only free the day she dies.
Dead, the wings no longer move,
But still she isn’t free.
Crying in the loneliness,
Still she waits for me.
Pain is all that keeps her here,
Only love can free her,
She tries to find me,
But I cant hear, or see her.
Free at last, and not alone,
For finally I’ve found her.
Now, through darkness we can fly.
As angel I have joined her.
And through the night we both will fly,
Our love won’t break or bend,
Forever through time and place,
Until time itself will end.