In our ordinary, dull lives,
we live from day to day,
never thinking or seeing,
what is, or isn't there.
The touch unseen, we ignore.
The words never heard, go unanswered.
we go along our won way,
never to question our humanness,
or the realness of what goes unseen.
Some take the time to look.
They look for angels with wings,
or some great spirit from above.
They look so hard for the unseen,
they cannot see the angles before them.
In our ordinary, dull lives we live,
we fail to see angels without wings.
The ones who love and care for us,
are truly angels without wings.