Do my angels grow a little weary
When my thoughts turn dreary?
Do they ever grow a little fatigued
When I question everything I’ve believed?
Do my angels ever grow confused
When I bypass the paths I should have used?
Do they ever sigh at my stubbornness
Whenever I once again lose my moral compass?
Do they ever just want to give me a big shake
To remind me that my soul with joy should quake?
Do they ever want to slap me on the back of head
Whenever I forget my prayers when I drop in bed?
Do they ever want to whisper in my ears
That I’m foolish to let my life be run by these fears?
Do they ever want to lift me with their angel wings
Until I finally turn loose of these earthly strings?