"I sit and wait, does an angel contemplate my fate? And do they know the places where we go when we're grey and old? Cause I've been told that salvation lets their wings unfold. So when I'm lying in bed, thoughts running through my head, and I feel the love is dead, I'm loving angels instead."
-Angels by David Archuleta

Lyrics really are poetry. Which, yes, is obvious. But it's interesting when people don't really ever think of it that way. Some rhyme, some don't, but all it really is is poetry. Sometimes beautiful and thoughtful, like the song lyrics I just posted. I'm listening to that song right now, so I decided to just write the first line of it. It's a very pretty song. All his songs are great.