Messenger Of God

This is a song that I wanted to write on the Christmas days. There are many children live in the world without their parents. And they all have their own dreams. This is a song for them.

When I was the young at Christmas day
I dreamed about my guardian fay
She came to me and looked after
When I felt alone without my mother

Angela... Angela...
Messenger of god
Angela.....

A carol went on making a sweet rhythm
And she reached me from the sanctum
A cold wind came through the window
I know there was still your shadow

Angela... Angela...
Messenger of god
Angela.....

A Christmas table had an empty chair
On the table, three vine glasses were there
There were no much talk with each others
But he said that they will be together

Angela... Angela...
Messenger of god
Angela.....

If you will be there to hear this message
Bring me the wings, carry me a voyage
My mother is there with faithful arms
The same face I saw when I sing the hymns

Angela... Angela...
He always called her
Angela.....
 

Author's Note

Kindly request to ignore the grammar problems. Don't forget to type a comments.