There Is This Angel... She Doesn't Wear Any Wings.

There is a bus stop,

Where you get on and you can ride for hours; endless circles in my soul.

You can ride around and people watch while the air conditioning keeps you a bit too cool for your liking. 

There is a girl who never got to say thank you.

"Thank you for taking me away from the abuse."

There is a soup kitchen, 

Where if you go long enough, they learn your name.

"Come here doll, eat something."

There is a man who never got to say thank you.

"Thank you for not letting me starve." 

There is a store,

On the corner of nowhere.

Where you walk in and they automatically ring you up with  $.97 because they know you so well,

They know you won't leave without chocolate.

They know you have a sweet tooth.

There is a girl who never got to say thank you to the clerk before he died.

"Thank you for making me feel important."

There is a man,

Who ever time you see him, he smiles at you.

He gives you a very soft, strongly Spanish accented, "Hi."

There is a graduate who never said thank you.

"Thank you for making my days a little brighter."

There is a middle-aged couple,

Who took in a pregnant girl, who had no one else in the world.

She had nowhere else to turn to.

There is this girl...

Who all she want is to say thank you.

"Thank you for saving my baby from living on the street."

There is a place, a hole-in-the-wall hair salon,

That helped a boy find his identity.

They helped him dye his hair purple, and he has never felt better about himself.

There is this boy...And his smile said it all.

"Thank you for letting me be ME."

There is this sister; too young to understand their situation...
To naive to see the tears in the brother's eyes when he says,
"You can have cup of soup or a microwave pizza for dinner tonight."
He's trying for her. Trying to give her the best.
There is this sister who was to young to say, thank you.

"Thank you for being my brother."