One Of Their Own

She's as close to perfect As I am far away She touches me and instantly I find myself standing Outside Heaven's Gate That's just something about her, I quit trying to figure out I find myself no longer walking through That valley of the shadow of a doubt The Angels must be watching over one of their own Heaven is at hand anytime that she's close I hear distant voices singing glorious songs Don't ask me I know I just know I know That the Angels must be watching over one of their own There's a glow about her And I am drawn into her light She smiles at me and suddenly