Angels

Floating in the sky
high with wings
look down i cry
then listen to the voice that sings.

wings white and pure
misery has a cure
long outstretched feather
they smell of heather.

See a boy really cute
he looks at me holding his flute
i fall and he catches me
holding me close so i can see

the blue eyes and dark hair
he strokes my face to show he cares
he leans closer toward my face
we move following our own pace.

i open my eyes and I'm in bed
thinking of the cute boy i met
yeah right in my dreams.