It’s hard to get up in the morning
When there’s an angel in your bed.
She comes and goes without warning.
But she’s always in my head.
I saw an angel come crashing down.
She broke her wing when she hit the ground
It makes a strong man cry
When an angel doesn’t fly
I saw her face in the mirror.
I saw her smile in the new sunrise.
As my vision becomes clearer,
I see the the world through her eyes
[these are the lyrics to a song. The second stanza, or the chorus was inspired by a sweet, friendly, pretty young lady that had a very bad skiing accident last winter. Turns out she’s also very strong, because I hear she’s doing very well.]