She sits in front of the mirror
Braiding her long hair
Planning for her life ahead-
Should she move away from home
Out into the wilderness on her own
With no one to watch over her
Or hold her when she cries
And still she wonders
Is life just a pack of lies?

CHORUS
Is it proven Angels have wings
To stay up high above things
Is it something that we know
Or is it all a fancy show?
Just like life
Oh how we know
Fact or fiction
Foe or Friend
Just sitting around
Waiting for an end.

Headlines say people are dying
Earth is crumbling
And the walls are falling down
To her life is still amystery
She looks forward in life
To try and figure out
If she should worry
Or take it in stride-
For she knows
There is no longer a place to hide.

CHORUS

She steps out of her front door-
Walking down the road
A tear falls-
She looks back at her childhood home
Feelings of sadness and joy both
Consume her
As she thinks of her family,
Her mother and herself-
From now on it will only be her-
And on her way she hopes to find out...

If it is proven that Angels have wings
To stay up high above things
She will know
If it is all just a fancy show
For she still doesn't quiet know life-
Switching her bag into the other hand
She walks off into the promised land.

7-25-95
~*~M.B.J.~*~