Angels Without Wings I sit upon the rivers, the ocean that speaks, I wait upon the mountains , sitting patient for thy wings. Oh how the day I shall embrace, waiting for the angels to give the inheritance of thy God. Blue as the sky, the sun gleams with joy, I the light of thy father, who blesses me with thy wings The doves fly upon my head, the glow of the sun gleams upon my face, the sounds of the doves , celebrating the awaiting of my wings. I have paid my tides, as the ocean to the wind. I have given thee thy labor, I shall now fly upon the skies.