Saints

Their hearts was a jeweler she polished everyday

With little acts of kindness as she went along her way

She was no picture for your wall

Some times saints don't looks like saints at all

He raised her children by him self

And they were left alone

He fed their wounded hearts with love until they had their own

He seemed so insignificant and small

Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all

Saints aren't always blessed simply faces

Angels can be found unexpected places

They're not that hard to recognize

You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes

He drinks too much and swears more then he should some people say

But they don't count the precious hours of life he gives away

To help the weak and humble when they fall

Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all

Saints aren't always blessed simply faces

Angels can be found unexpected places

They're not that hard to recognize

You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eye

Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all

Saints aren't always blessed simply faces

Angels can be found unexpected places

They're not that hard to recognize

You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes

She sacrificed her early life and all she might have known

To keep her aging mother from the fear of being alone

How she sits alone herself while shadows fall

Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all

Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all