Angel (Graham)

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"Angel", the ballad of Graham Acre



Lover, fighter, ever-pining
Trapped in shadow still confining
Hero, soldier, knight-in-shining
Sworn to guard all precious things,
Mama's little angel is still waiting for his wings.

His innocence is long a goner
Sold for bargain-basement honour
Star-crossed more than starry-eyed, he knows what horrors worship brings
But Mama's little angel is still waiting for his wings.

See, nothing's fair in love or war
But one sweet kiss can matter more
Than all those days spent sitting by a phone that never rings,
So Mama's little angel is still waiting for his wings.

All the wealth he used to hold
Tarnished silver, worn-out gold
His beauty fades as he grows old
And Mama's little angel
Is still waiting for his wings.