In the silence of the midnight skies,
Angels weave their gentle lullabies.
Wings of light, soft as the moon’s glow,
Guarding dreams in their celestial flow.

Upon the earth, where shadows play,
They guide the lost who’ve gone astray.
With tender grace and whispers sweet,
They lift the weary from defeat.

Through the storms that life may bring,
Angels soar with an eternal wing.
A beacon of hope, a radiant light,
In their embrace, all fears take flight.

When dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Their presence renews the sky’s blue.
Eternal watchers of the endless night,
Angels hold our hearts in gentle light.