The Angel
Sitting in the watting room...
Waiting for the news...
I sit there and think,
Will she live or will she die?
Then the doctor comes,
and gives us the news...
We sit there in the waiting room,
in the morning full of grief...
We go and say our goodbye,
before she was put into those...
dark and cold compartments,
in the morgue.
Just as they shut it a bright light appears,
we hear a voice say...
I am your angel standing by.
Waiting for the news...
I sit there and think,
Will she live or will she die?
Then the doctor comes,
and gives us the news...
We sit there in the waiting room,
in the morning full of grief...
We go and say our goodbye,
before she was put into those...
dark and cold compartments,
in the morgue.
Just as they shut it a bright light appears,
we hear a voice say...
I am your angel standing by.
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