Whats your favorite holiday my angel wants to know
Is it Christmas morning or Easter day, I say no it aint any of those
It aint the halo of lights round my town, birthday cake ribbons or bows
No, my favorite holiday is when angels holding me close
And whats your favorite book to read my angel wants to know
Is it Atlas Shrugged or Confederacy I say no it aint any of those
Now the seers and sages of pages and pages carry my consummate load
But my favorite book to read is angels beautiful soul
And whats your favorite song to sing my angel wants to know
Is it one of your own or anothers you glean, I say no it aint any of those
Theres nothing like writing those lines down to sound, innocent words become poem
But my favorite words to sing are angel, hello
Now all of these questions, one single answer this could get very old
But the way that I figure it we got a holy fit, blood, muscle and bone
Life isnt always so perfect and polished and I got my own lumps to show
But the day that I dont thank the stars for my angel bury me far below
Better bury me cause what I know
Kingdoms will rise and fall, nothing remains but the true love of angel
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