| Outside a church on a Friday night
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| Saw the lights were on, so he stepped inside
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| Walked the straightest line to the nearest pew
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| Bowed his head and spoke to you
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| Said I know it’s been a while and I must confess
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| That since our last talk I’ve become a mess
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| It’s falling all apart, there’s nowhere left to turn
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| Oh God, are you listening in the heavens tonight
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| And God, we need you more than ever tonight
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| So close your eyes and start to breathe
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| They’re all around, do you believe
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| That angels fight to ease your worried heart
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| Keep whispering your broken prayers
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| They’re reaching down to meet you there
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| And standing guard to walk you through the fear
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| I know angels are near
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| Turning off the lights, no peace at all
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| The pictures of her son hang on her wall
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| He’s half the world away, gone to join the fight
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| He grew up overnight, she’s proud of all he’s done
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| But what’s a mom to do when it’s her only son
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| All that she can pray is that he makes it home alive
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| Oh God, she’s looking to the heavens tonight
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| And God, she needs you more than ever tonight
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| In our life of joy and pain
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| Even when it’s dark, still a light remains
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| You find it at a place where hope and fears align
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| If we close our eyes and start to breathe
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| They’re all around, do you believe
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| That angels fight to ease our worried hearts
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| Keep whispering your broken prayers
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| They’re reaching down to meet us here
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| And standing guard to walk us through the fear
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| I know angels are near |