It's the Language of the Angels
Don't worry little child for I sit beside your head,
I wrap my wings around you as you fall asleep in bed.
Don’t worry little child of the darkness in the night,
For I hold in my hands gods loving calming light.
Don't worry little child whether young or whether old,
It's the language of the angels that is taking hold.
Listen to that voice that whispers in your ear,
It's the language of the angels saying I am very near.
Michael, Samuel, Gabriel, are just my chosen few,
Who have been with me my whole life through.
It's the language of the angels that’s my tree to life,
But the test they most helped me with, was being a mother and a wife.