In constant contemplation, I rest
And wait upon the council of the quiet
There are voices to be heard
There are Angels
In the hurriedness of everyday, I look
And there, among the masses, I see a face
Longing to be seen
There are Angels
In the comfort of the kindness of the known
Who have shown to me the secret places that they go
I have walked with them among their memories, and I know
There are Angels
If we believe in another
And we know their touch
There is nowhere for them to go
They're our Angels
@kevin365 Well of I course I am - if I wasn't saying that I wouldn't have said anything. And yet here we are and I meant what I said. Just like Horton.
thank you