With just a few words, I've forgotten why I was there
Not for a moment does the laughter seem out of place,
or the smiles at all forced...

And I find myself asking, "What was I running from?"
I'm terrified to face reality
To accept the word finality

Yet there you are, putting all of us at ease
Grace in a mortal body, a lighthouse for the lost,
And I didn't want your dying to be my last memory,
only you've never seemed so alive...

In a world of fallen angels and broken halos,
It's hard to ignore your wings.
How blind were we, praying for a miracle,
When there's a miracle lying in front of me...