Whats your favorite holiday my angel wants to know

Is it Christmas morning or Easter day, I say no it aint any of those

It aint the halo of lights round my town, birthday cake ribbons or bows

No, my favorite holiday is when angels holding me close



And whats your favorite book to read my angel wants to know

Is it Atlas Shrugged or Confederacy I say no it aint any of those

Now the seers and sages of pages and pages carry my consummate load

But my favorite book to read is angels beautiful soul



And whats your favorite song to sing my angel wants to know

Is it one of your own or anothers you glean, I say no it aint any of those

Theres nothing like writing those lines down to sound, innocent words become poem

But my favorite words to sing are angel, hello



Now all of these questions, one single answer this could get very old

But the way that I figure it we got a holy fit, blood, muscle and bone

Life isnt always so perfect and polished and I got my own lumps to show

But the day that I dont thank the stars for my angel bury me far below

Better bury me cause what I know

Kingdoms will rise and fall, nothing remains but the true love of ang