© 2009 Mark Cote
1. colorful wings, with all the things
you say and do
they will never fly
they'll never lift you
for an angel flies from her heart and not her wings
the love in her heart is what she sings
2. judged not by the great deeds
but by the small
the pure hearts who reach out
from their heart's rainfall
when no one's around, what do you do
gently guide, or icy blue
(chorus) Plastic angel put's on a face
sings the song, dance the pace
But without a heart, it's empty space
You'll never know 'til it's too late
the hearts you broke is your fate
3. I may be small in your eyes
but in my time I will rise
For my heart is true, but I don't glow
I don't dance or put on a show
(chorus)
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