"Angel is a girl with short brown hair
Simple little face, and simple clothes she wears
Angel isn’t much, in idle conversation
Doesn’t care about the weather, or the newest sensation
Angel spends her nights, giving of herself
To the little blue hairs and silver chairs
Who can not 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"
White Cross in Unveiled
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