There were angels waiting for me by your side
They came along on this ride but couldn’t get you back home to me
My brother was sitting there by your side
When the light left your eyes he’ll never get you back home to me
Are you proud of your son? Because I’m proud of the war you won
The look that was in your eyes face towards the sky
I remember waiting and waiting and waiting for you to arise
But you were running through that gate with the memories we made
Take me back to when we were young and I was my father’s son
There were angels waiting for me by your side
They came along on this ride but couldn’t get you back home to me
My brother was sitting there by your side
When the light left your eyes he’ll never get you back home to me
My boy don’t you be lonely and thank you for thinking of me
‘Cause you know that I’m willing and able to turn the table
For you my dear there’s nothing left to fear
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