There she sits in the lowered lights,
Looking as beautiful as ever.
Smiling so brilliantly sending my heart out of sight,
As my soul floats down a river.
If I were an true Angel,
I would trade my wings for her.
Watching her move on the dance floor,
Dancing with no cares on her mind.
Makes me wish I could open the door,
To join her to leave all my cares behind.
If I were a true Angel,
I would trade my wings for her.
Seeing her hair move so softly,
Just as the clouds slowly rolling by.
Sends me soaring so freely,
In my mind I begin to fly.
If I were a true Angel,
I would trade my wings for her.
Seeing her move so wonderfully,
Sends my mind wondering.
Restlessly soaring through sensational sky so heavenly,
It would make the lord almighty start to think.
If I were a true Angel,
I would trade my wings for her.
I wouldn't mind trading in my wings,
To share my heart and soul with her.
As we shared a new pair of wings,
So we could soar in the heavenly sky like birds.
If I were a true Angel,
I would be glade to trade my wings for her!
Michael Citty
3/6/2005
