• The day my heart began to die
    is the day my soul began to live.
    When earthly love couldn't save me
    I craved for the love God could give.
    And when a gust of Angel's Breath
    had filled in the void that a friend had left
    my heart could finally deal with the theft
    that no other than Death could leave.

    And when a parents smile had left their face
    with hot, bitter tears to take their place
    the Angel's Breath could stop the ache
    inside this shattered soul.
    And maybe with a helping hand,
    not just with a woman, but the heart of a man
    I truly believe the Angel's Breath can
    take a broken heart and make it whole.

    So when that gust of Angel's Breath
    just happened to blow my way
    the tears that streamed from my saddened eyes
    turned to ice and melted away.
    So when you're in need of a smile or hug,
    a handshake, a gesture to brighten your mug
    I'll send you a gust of Angel's Breath;
    a soft silver feather your way.
    Because with this gust of Angel's Breath
    all your troubles will melt away.