Somewhere there’s an angel with hair as dark as midnight skies
Just a little girl who could light the night with the starlight in her eyes
Somewhere she is waiting, because her heart beats all alone
She waits for the man who will take her to the place she’s never known
And somewhere there’s a boy who walks with a six-string on his back
He knows that he can be someone if he can get his life on track
He’s had all the girls throughout the years, but he’s never met the one
Who will stay with him forever to light his life like the rising sun
And he sings:
Life is a labyrinth, and love has never pointed the right way
I’ve begged and begged, but love has never come to save the day
Love is like the peaceful calm before the hurricane
Building dreams of hope before dashing them with rain
She walks past the corner where he sits with his guitar
He plays a soft, sweet melody that’s an arrow through her heart
As the notes hit her ears, her doubts and fears fade so far away
The melody is like a remedy to heal her lonely yesterdays
And as he watches her walk on by, his heart skips a beat
Because he’s never seen an angel walking down a city street
But he knows she’s far too good for him—he could never hope to say she’s mine
And she’s so afraid of love because it’s failed her every time
And she sings:
Life is a labyrinth, and love has never pointed the right way
I’ve begged and begged, but love has never come to save the day
Love is like the peaceful calm before the hurricane
Building dreams of hope before dashing them with rain
She sits alone at home that night and pours herself another glass of wine
While he lies awake on a park bench somewhere in the city outside
She hums the soft, sweet melody and pretends he’s by her side
While he composes her a lovesong strong enough to turn the tides
In the morning, he plays his lovesong—magic on six steel strings
She walks past his corner and stops when she hears his new melody
He sees her turn and dares to hope—for a moment, their eyes meet
She takes a step toward the boy, and extends her hand as he rises to his feet
And they sing:
Life is a labyrinth, but love has come to point us the right way
We’ve begged and begged, and love has finally come to save the day
Love is like the grafted branch which has endured pain
But knows a joy unparalleled when two lives join in strength
Somewhere there’s an angel with hair as dark as midnight skies
Just a woman who could light the world with the love behind her eyes
And somewhere there’s a man who sits on the sofa by her side
He still has his old six-string, and he plays it for her every night
Life is a labyrinth, but love will always point us the right way
Just keep on begging, hoping, praying—and love will come to save the day
Love is like the grafted branch which has endured pain
But knows a joy unparalleled when two lives join in strength
The Mad Puppeteer 
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