Verse 1
Sun sets in your hair,
pierced lip sings a song of a revolution.
The artist, I will call you.
Drawing pictures of goddess and gods.
Kurt and Angelina’s lover,
husband and wife all together.
And you scream,
Chorus
Angels exist, born in the petals of a rose.
Angels exist, flying high above us.
I will miss you Angel, and your smile.
Angels exist…
Verse 2
Pagan sign hangs on your neck,
magick in one green eye, one blue.
Daring and spontaneous woman,
writing of past lives,
standing up for what you believe in.
Laughing out loud,
making no sense to anybody, except your heart.
And I whisper…
Chorus
Angels exist, born in the petals of a rose.
Angels exist, flying high above us.
I will miss you Angel, and your smile.
Angels exist… tattooed on your ankle.
I will miss you Angel,
farewell until we meet again.
Deidre Grotbo
