I watch you in the early morning's golden glow;
you sleep so softly neath the covers there.
I'm listening to the rhythm
of your quiet breath
like you just came to life
and I was in the middle of a miracle I want to reach across and touch but so afraid
you might not be as real as you seem.
I don't want anyone
to awaken me
if it's just a dream.
I'd rather die; I'd rather lie here for eternity So lie a little longer sleepy angel.
Don't try to rise.
Just lie there next to me
And if by chance you find you must be leaving,
I pray you'll come again and dream with me. Years ago, just pa**ing through your life,
you had me for a song.
And I wrote about a dream
that came true last night.
Why did it take so long
to finally find my arms around an angel?