In the clear cold night sky,
as far as the eye can fly,
the brilliant star's i see,
the silence is so noisy,
twinkling light's, home's for the angels,
bed and breakfast for all of the soul's.

Shooting star's are angel's on mission's,
taking message's to someone's dream's,
carrying love to loved one's left behind,
carrying hope and the promise to meet again in time,
in your sleep, angel's wipe away your tear's,
they've been doing this for million's of year's.

An angels existance is a busy one,
bringing soul's to the unborn daughter or son,
placing a finger on the lip's,
this is called an angel's kiss,
and with just a little strum,
the angel create's the philtrum.

So secret's stay inside the soul,
with the angels kiss, never to be told.
from when time began and ever sith,
for those who have belief in their own faith,
so when you look up into that big sky,
remember we're not alone, you and i.

30th May 2007