Army of Angels
Through gangsters with guns scowling sad streets of sin
Through bad hearts that get broken and they never mend
Through pitfalls of peril on roads of ruination
Through dark deeds of evil that lead to devastation
Through storms of the soul that destroy everything
I've got an army of angels keeping me safe
Through wicked war zones and mental minefields
Through casualties crying...bleeding blood,sweat,and tears
Through endless fears that turn into fire
Through demons getting paid while driving our desires
When the bait is on the hooks from a fiery lake...
I've got an army of angels keeping me safe
Through wreckage in wastelands
Through angry arms and hateful hands
Through rusted steel jungles of jeapordy...
I'm running like a rabbit through a crazy crime scene
Through silent screams sinking in quicksand
One thousand ropes descend from divine and holy hands
I ascend up above...up to my fathers throne of grace
I've got an army of angels keeping me safe
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2014
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