Angels
Written by Heavily Armored Hamster

I think that I can see
A group of angels, trailing behind me

Somewhat distantly, I think I hear
Echoes of friends from across the year

At the hospital, I make certain they're not dead
I sit quietly beside their hospital bed

But I think I can feel my friends
Following me in spiritual trends

I think that I can see
A group of angels, trailing behind me

I think the angels disappear one by one,
As the recuperation of my friends are done

We all rest up and then
We hit the road once again

The four of us travel awhile
I turn behind me and I smile

I think that I can see
A group of angels, trailing behind me