Just a little something I thought of one night, you know how things happen. . .

"I wish I had a pair of wings

to lift you back up high

but I know that it won't happen

cause only angels fly

I wish I had a healing touch

To mend your broken heart

But only angels have that

And it's tearing me apart

I'd have to make a sacrifice

To make these wishes true

I'd have to die; become an angel

I'd die to help save you

And as an angel I'd have my wings

I'd have the healing touch

But if you can't tell that it was me

Would it matter much?"