We'd camp out, on the living room floor
in our old sleeping bags, by a make believe fire,
in a tent made of covers, we'd talk for hours
my two brothers and me
keeping the faith, racing with destiny
they were angels in waiting
waiting for wings to fly from this world
away from their pain
treasuring time
til time came to leave, leaving behind
sweet memories
angels in waiting
angels in waiting for wings
we always knew, they'd never grow old
sometimes the body is weaker than the soul
in thier darkest hour
i made a promise
i will always keep
i'd give them life
i'll let them live through me
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