My eyes reflect the moon, my tears drown out the sea.
Who am I? What am I?
Who am I? What am I?
My wings can stop the snow, my hands can shield the poor.
Who am I? What am I?
Who am I? What am I?
My laughter is a song, my generosity a legend.
Who am I? What am I?
Who am I? What am I?
Miss, sweet miss, do angels really exist?
They do, you say? How does one know?
...
Because the angel, I say, is I.
I am a mule.
