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[Verse 1] She was just eighteen, pencil in her hand Drawin’ worlds that no one seemed to understand Parents said, “Get real, girl, dreams don’t pay the rent” Teachers turned their heads, every time she went Alone in the noise, bruised by the crowd But her visions screamed from inside out loud In the alley near the station, in the wind and rain An old man fed the strays, and called her by her name [Chorus] Round and round, the truth comes back in time A spark from the dark, a reason and a rhyme She found her voice in silence and the sketch Was he just a ghost… or a family thread? [Verse 2] He said, “Draw what burns, don’t draw what they see The world’s a cage — but you hold the key” With a warm cup of soup, and eyes like ancient stone He whispered, “You’re not lost, you're just not known” Years flew by like pages in a storm She wrote her soul, and the world was reborn Novels lined the shelves, the money, the fame But still she dreamed of the man with no name [Chorus] Round and round, the truth comes back in time A spark from the dark, a reason and a rhyme She found her voice in silence and the sketch Was he just a ghost… or a family thread? [Bridge] One summer evening, she returned once more To find the place, the cats, the broken door But nothing was there, just the wind and stone No signs, no steps — she stood there alone Was it in her mind, or did fate intervene? A guardian unseen, behind the dream? [Final Chorus] Round and round, the echoes never lie A stranger's touch beneath the open sky He lit the fire, then vanished in the dusk Was he just a dream… or her blood and dust? [Outro] Yeah, round and round... Some angels wear old shoes on the ground. Round and round… She’ll sketch him again… someday… when he’s found
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Title ANGELS WEAR OLD SHOES
[Verse 1] She was just eighteen, pencil in her hand Drawin’ worlds that no one seemed to understand Parents said, “Get real, girl, dreams don’t pay the rent” Teachers turned their heads, every time she went Alone in the noise, bruised by the crowd But her visions screamed from inside out loud In the alley near the station, in the wind and rain An old man fed the strays, and called her by her name [Chorus] Round and round, the truth comes back in time A spark from the dark, a reason and a rhyme She found her voice in silence and the sketch Was he just a ghost… or a family thread? [Verse 2] He said, “Draw what burns, don’t draw what they see The world’s a cage — but you hold the key” With a warm cup of soup, and eyes like ancient stone He whispered, “You’re not lost, you're just not known” Years flew by like pages in a storm She wrote her soul, and the world was reborn Novels lined the shelves, the money, the fame But still she dreamed of the man with no name [Chorus] Round and round, the truth comes back in time A spark from the dark, a reason and a rhyme She found her voice in silence and the sketch Was he just a ghost… or a family thread? [Bridge] One summer evening, she returned once more To find the place, the cats, the broken door But nothing was there, just the wind and stone No signs, no steps — she stood there alone Was it in her mind, or did fate intervene? A guardian unseen, behind the dream? [Final Chorus] Round and round, the echoes never lie A stranger's touch beneath the open sky He lit the fire, then vanished in the dusk Was he just a dream… or her blood and dust? [Outro] Yeah, round and round... Some angels wear old shoes on the ground. Round and round… She’ll sketch him again… someday… when he’s found
Work type Music
Tags yield, old, shoes, fall, throne, ingles, letra, fire, musica, shadow, hole, rock, cancion, black, wear, angels, twin
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Entry date Aug 21, 2025, 11:18 PM UTC
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Author - Composer. Holder Ivan Sanchis Garcia. Date Aug 21, 2025.
Author - Lyricist. Holder Ivan Sanchis Garcia. Date Aug 21, 2025.
Author - Song producer . Holder Ivan Sanchis Garcia. Date Aug 21, 2025.
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