• Why do people say all these things

    When they know all they need is a protectors wings

    To guide them through the day

    To help them find their way

    Under the wings of our gracious protector

    We learn all we need to communicate is a letter

    Of hope of care of love of faith

    Under these wonderful wings

    Everybody sings

    With joy and happy in their voice

    All this hope turns to a choice

    But there is no choice for our guardian

    Just to protect us from harms way

    Other people my say that protectors aren't real

    But some know the real deal

    Of this naturing dove

    With lucious white wings of love

    Of power to break any force

    Where does this protector get its source

    Some people don't know

    Those are the people that live under the blackest crow

    But all they need is to feel

    The turning of the protectors wheel

    The lucious wings of the protector

    Helps us through all this rough weather