Life is full of angels, a love so unique, a style of thier own.
World of dreams, a carrousel of angels, in a loving cyclone.
A circle of angels, watching over me, I will never be alone.
Ring around the roses, playing golden harps on stepping stones.
They are the breath of light, thier tune is always wind blown.
Beautiful wings and halos, shines like heavenly birthstones.
In a cloud, they hover over me, they always there to chaperone.
Flying along in the clouds, they will take me to my milestone