On a stormy night I laid my life to the house of god and got down on my kneesnLike a little boy lost outside all alone as I hear the wind ripping through the treesnnI saw an angel in a marble wall so I carved until I set her freenShe wrapped me in her warm embrace and said that she'd look over mennShe looks over me, she got me back on track, she gives me hopenShe took me through the bad times that I knew were round the corner she held me closennMy angel lives in a stained glass window by the old church by my home.nThe thought of not having my angel chills me to the bone.nnI feel so free, free to be menI feel so free, free to be mennOn a stormy night I laid my life to the house of god and got down on my kneesn little boy lost all alone as I hear the wind ripping through the treesnnShe looks over me, she got me back on track she gives me hopentook me through the bad times that I knew were round the corner and she held me nnI saw an angel in a marble wall so I carved until I set her freenShe wrapped me in her warm embrace and said that I will always be so freennfree to be menI feel so freenfree to be mennI said that time that your wasted is not wasted time, reality leaves a lot to your imaginationnI was aimlessly wandering through my life, in fact wandering through life was my true dedicationnnI feel so freenI feel so freenI feel so freen