Host of Angels

Little girl looking at the ceiling.
Little girl how are you feeling?
There's no shame in being alone.
The tears you hide,
behind your eyes,
Cry 'em out until they're gone.
So I can hear your call,
Behind the, the broke down wall,
That you've been building for so long.
So let it out,
It feels good,
To let the weight, the doubt, the hurt,
The burn that you've withstood.
But oh,
I know you'll make it through,
There's a host of angels watching over, over you.
Over you.
If I could I would lift your burden,
'Cos I know how much you're hurtin',
But I see you getting stronger.
I wish you knew how,
You make me proud,
But I'm not the only one.
So let it out,
It feels good,
To let the weight, the doubt, the hurt,
The burn that you've withstood.
But oh,
I know you'll make it through,
There's a host of angels watching over, over you.
I know you'll make it through,
There's a host of angels watching over, over you.
Over you.
In the midst of your despair,
Hope will find you.
If you're lost don't you fear,
Angels will guide you.
So let it out,
It feels good,
To let the weight, the doubt, the hurt,
The burn that you've withstood.
But oh,
I know you'll make it through,
There's a host of angels watching over, over you.
But oh,
I know you'll make it through,
There's a host of angels watching over, over you.
Over you.