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 angel