Utopia - My Angel

Walk the line
It's not easy
I must stand alone
It's the kind of a life I've chosen
Right or wrong

I can feel
Near me always

Something to live up to
Someone to depend upon

When I have fallen from grace
When I grow weak from the pace
I can feel the breath of gentle wings on my face

And when the world closes in around me
Then my angel
Will come and roll away the stone
Like a hand reaching down from the heavens