We always like to believe in magic and wonderfull things
But world outside gives us routine and burnt wings
There's a faith that gives me impulse to go on
Life in patience and i wait for better place to roam
Oh, wish my guarding angel to descend
Oh, she will convoy me till the end
You know that bright stars can be seen in dark night
If i hang over deep abyss i'm sure you'd hold my hand so tight
Oh, wish my guarding angel to descend
Oh, she will convoy me till the end
Through hottest deserts and cruel storms
Hurricanes and waterfalls this tension can't be ripped
Oh, she would pick me up after trip