Let them hear it
Let them all hear it
My angel with broken wings can fly

Convinced as I am that she is mine,
she cannot be human
cause any woman would have left me by now
but her wings aren't moving
and her feet aren't walking out on me

For years I kept the light out over my head
swinging to the tapping of my fingertips

I have not doubted her even a moment
since the first she stepped into my life
I used to lie awake at night
listening to the darkness crawl across the hardwood floors
and wonder when the silence would be broken by her goodbye

So let them all hear the quiet
the proof of her existence
my angel with her feathered wings
let them see the proof that she's not broken
only here by grace and by her choice to remain mine
and why