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Heaven is missing an angel

(Verse 1) I spilled my coffee on a Bible, tripped on holy ground, Saw footprints in the kitchen that had no prints around. She winked at a sunrise and the toaster bowed in shame— How do you explain a woman who resets the weather plain? I keep her name like candy in my pocket, hush—don’t tell, But every time I breathe it’s like a secret wishing well. My heart’s a town crier with a lisp and no refrain, I wanna shout from rooftops: Emily! — but I stay restrained. (Chorus) Emily — I wanna shout you from the rooftops, loud and free, Emily — but I tuck your name like treasure in my tee. God’s drawing constellations where our two footsteps line, Soon the clock will wink and say, “Okay, boy — that girl is mine.” Watch out—some folks say they’ve entertained angels unaware, So mind your hat, mind your heart, and mind the missing angel case up there. (Verse 2) I saw her straighten traffic lights just so a child could pass, She patched a pigeon’s wing with gum and an old brass compass. She laughed and gravity took a coffee break downtown, I swear I caught the Milky Way tied up like circus crown. She danced between the raindrops and the laundromat applauded, I whispered “Emily” to a cloud — it blushed and then it raided. I keep it hush — hush — like a spy with a romantic file, But my feet keep walking circles just to see her for a while. (Pre-Chorus) There’s a memo in the heavens — “Missing angel, cute, ID: Emily.” They stamped it “urgent,” then they stamped it “maybe destiny.” I filed a claim with Cupid, left a voicemail for Saint Nick, If love’s a little criminal, well babe — call me accomplice quick. (Chorus) Emily — I wanna shout you from the rooftops, sweet and true, Emily — I keep whispering your name like it’s a secret glue. God’s threading little miracles to stitch our days aligned, When time’s polite and the moon winks twice, our destinies will bind. Watch out—some folks say they’ve entertained angels unaware, So keep your shoes on, love, and keep your heart prepared. (Bridge — spoken with goofy reverence) Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this plain old life For a public service announcement: if you see a halo walking with stilettos, Do not approach with small talk. Offer coffee. Offer cake. Or better yet, just stand there and swoon. Because rumor has it heaven’s lost an angel and the complaint line’s jammed. I’m on hold — elevator music and a harp solo — but I’ll wait. I’ve got a map of constellations, a compass of good intentions, and a bus pass to her city. (Verse 3) She knows my kitchen by the way I hide my socks, She hums to the fridge and it replies in anarchic clocks. I’ve seen her untie summer and fold it into winter’s sleeve, She made a stubborn Sunday behave like it believed. We’ve met on a Tuesday, or maybe a Thursday in disguise, She smiled and some impossible thing quietly improvised. I keep that name inside like a joke that’s heaven-sent, But oh — the town crier’s tired; his voice is nearly spent. (Final Chorus — big, hilarious, romantic) Emily — I wanna shout you from the rooftops, let the neighbors freak, Emily — I wanna paint your name on clouds and make the dawn a little cheek. God’s been shipping breadcrumbs — miracles with sticky notes attached, When the hour’s right and the stars RSVP, I’ll find the path. Watch out—because some have entertained angels unaware, oh yes it’s true, And I, my love, have misplaced my brakes — because I fell for you. (Outro — soft, teasing) So if you get a postcard from the sky that says “Return to Sender,” Tell them I’ll be at the corner of “Can’t Explain” and “Tender.” And if heaven calls to ask where their angel went away, Tell them politely, “She’s on Earth—call the man who keeps her name and pray.” (Psst — it’s Emily.)