He is an angel pure and white,
He's always holding me tight.

He's like a dove,
Soaring thought the heaven's above.

He's always ready to fly,
Soar so high into the sky.

He's protecting me with his beauty so bright,
Holding me gently,
But still holding me tight.

He's always watching over me,
Always here caring for me.

He's holding me in his arms telling me,
I will protect you for eternity.


 
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