Their hearts was a jeweler she polished everyday
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With little acts of kindness as she went along her way
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She was No picture for your wall
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Some times saints don¡¯t looks like saints at all
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He raised her children by him self
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And they were left alone
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He fed their wounded hearts with love until they had their own
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He seemed so insignificant and small
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Sometimes Saints don¡¯t look like saints at all
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Saints aren¡¯t always blessed simply faces
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Angels can be found unexpected places
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They¡¯re not that hard to recognize
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You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes
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He drinks too much and swears more then he should some people say
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But they don¡¯t count the precious hours of life he gives away
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To help the weak and humble when they fall
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Sometimes Saints don¡¯t look like saints at all
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Saints aren¡¯t always blessed simply faces
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Angels can be found unexpected places
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They¡¯re not that hard to recognize
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You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eye
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Music ¡¦¡¦¡¦¡¦
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Sometimes Saints don¡¯t look like saints at all
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Saints aren¡¯t always blessed simply faces
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Angels can be found unexpected places
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They¡¯re not that hard to recognize
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You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes
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She sacrificed her early life and all she might have known
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To keep her Aging mother from the fear of being alone
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How she sits alone herself while Shadows fall
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Sometimes saints don¡¯t look like saints at all
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Sometimes saints don¡¯t look like saints at all
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Saints
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| Charlie Landsborough |
