The Strange Familiar Follow

Life has a way
Of making you feel
Like you don't mean nothing
But you have a way
Of making me feel
Like I could be something
More than a nameless face with no story
More than I thought I could be

You call me out from hiding
You hold the mirror so I can see clearer
And you pick up all the pieces
And put them together
To make something better
You're an angel in my life

You have a way
Of holding my hand
When there is nothing to hold on to
And when I am lost
Just like a child
You're always there to talk to
When all of the noise is drowning me out
I hear your voice over the crowd

You call me out from hiding
You hold the mirror so I can see clearer
And you pick up all the pieces
And put them together
To make something better
You call me out from hiding
You give me a reason
To go on believing
You're an angel in my life