Let’s hear it for our angels, now

Not the ones dressed in white

But the ones that, to fight earthly battles, vow

The ones that in the shadows choose to fight

Let’s hear it for those faces

The ones that come into our lives

And just the same are gone without leaving any traces

All without us even seeing their eyes

Let’s hear it for those arms

That over us they tower

And, fire, danger and gunshots, these things never alarm

When it is time, when it is the fighting hour

Let’s hear it for those hands

That hold the shields

Protecting us from the unforgiving people of the lands

The angels of judgment that guns, instead of swords they wield

Let’s hear it for their strength and courage

That face the flaming timbers of your beloved memories

Those who take a shot whilst the world’s an outrage

And they, who riots strung up, they appease

Let’s hear it for their wings that cradle you from the dangers

Of guns, or flames that cannot reach you

A friend you hold amidst the strangers

They will save you, which you know is true

Let’s hear it for our angels’ shadows

That in darkness they do shine

That are there to stand up to your foes

That in the deepest of darks, you they will always find