Sweet Angle
Imagine a cathedral made of flesh not
Of stone
A source of every comfort
Somewhere that feels like home
I’ve got to find that room where I can
Be alone
To draw on all the walls
Let imagination roam

Sweet Angel
Open my eyes
Help me see
Sweet Angel
Take my hands
Guide me please

The tapestry of feelings I keep inside of me
Drawn from every memory
And the mystic majesty
The pictures of the heavens made from
All I’ve seen
The paintings of the places
I have never been
Sweet Angel
Open my eyes
Help me see
Sweet Angel
Take my hands
Guide me please

Be my muse
Oh, master of time
Open my eyes
Let creation be alive

Every talent I possess
Simply wouldn’t be enough
To get me one inch closer
And know the master’s touch
Without that inspiration
Nothing will remain
I pray that I can live
To paint another day