Angel is a girl with short brown hair

Simple little face and simple clothes she wears

Angel isn’t much for idle conversation

Doesn’t care about the weather or the newest sensation

Angel spends her nights giving of herself

To the little blue hairs in silver chairs

Who cannot help themselves

Angel is an angel on the inside

You and I may not see from the outside

Oh I pray that in time, oh that our eyes

Will see past an angel’s disguise.

Martin is a man with four kids and a wife

Living out his average days in an average nine to five

Well, now he’s no superman as the modern world perceives

But he wouldn’t think twice to give his life for his family

Angels of love come in many different ways

Do we ignore the art of the purest heart?

‘Cause we just don’t like the frame

Angel is an angel on the inside

You and I may not see from the outside

Oh I pray that in time, oh that our eyes

Will see past an angel’s disguise.

From high upon out throne

What goes deeper than the skin?

Do we wait to cast the stone?

Do we ever look within?