Angels We Thought We Should Be
It's time you count my blessings ; All in one hand ; And burry my watch in the sand ; Rain came and went, ; time wisely spent. ; And while we’re here ; We try to see ; The angels we thought we should be ; Gliding down the slope ; like a cushion full of hope ; (Now I can see The ; angel I thought I should be ; Am I being him or is it me) ; The sooner you're waken ; The better you'll be ; I guess you may say that about me ; As I slip into ; rhyme with a mild trace of lime ; (Now I should be ; The angel I thought I could see ; Am I being him or is it me); 