The poem is for the mothera of angels. The poem is for the mothera of angels.

The poem shows the heaven lies in mothers arm. The poem shows the heaven lies in mothers arm.

She is my life, She is my angel... She is my life, She is my angel...

My sweet mother, She is not like others. My sweet mother, She is not like others.

She can be called an angel with no wings She can be called a hope with no strings She can be called an angel with no wings She can be called a hope with no st...

Dear angel, sent from heaven in paradise, You’re my light when the darkness shall rise. Dear angel, sent from heaven in paradise, You’re my light when the darkness s...