Some say they don’t believe
That Angels can be seen or heard.
What a shame such blindness
What a pity such deafness
When the Song of songs abounds…
And Heaven’s flyers are all around…
Only thinly disguised… as birds.
Fly my little angel until we meet at the bridge.
Norah
| Indie |
| 24, October 2000 |
| Norah |