Angels

I missed you every night. Where to find your light? I’ve searched the streets alone. The winds still call you home. You said on Friday you’d come. Each Friday I wait, still numb. The days just fade to blue. My heart still runs to you. May angels guide My way to find you One Fine day. May angels guide My way To find you one Fine day. The city feels so cold Without your hand to hold. Each corner speaks your name, But nothing feels the same. The moon keeps watching me. It knows where you could be. I chase the morning skies, Still searching through my eyes. May angels guide my Way To find you one Fine day. May angels guide My way To find you one Fine day.