From the recording 4 The Radio
Angels Sent Down is an inspirational Americana anthem about faith, perseverance, and the people God places in our lives to help us through our darkest moments. Written by Michael Scott, the song reflects on childhood memories, the guidance of loving grandparents and parents, and the life lessons that shape who we become.
Through heartfelt storytelling, Angels Sent Down reminds listeners that life's greatest setbacks often become the foundation for our greatest victories. Its message encourages people to get back up after every fall, keep chasing their dreams, and trust that even through hardship, they are never walking alone.
At its heart, Angels Sent Down is a tribute to faith, family, resilience, and the quiet angels God sends to lift us up, strengthen our spirit, and remind us that with hope, determination, and His grace, we can learn to fly again.
Lyrics
Mend my broken wings
Lord, I’m learning to fly again
So I can soar to heaven, when my time finally ends
Been to hell and back
So I guess I’m blessed
Still, here breathing and dreaming
With angels watching over me
Staring down from the heavens above
I can remember being young
Grandpa showered me with love
Falling on that bike
He said “son”
Dust yourself off and pick yourself back up
Mama was proud and gave me lots of hugs
After she took me inside
And cleaned up all my cuts
She told me to dream
You can be anything you want when you grow up
We learn to fly, after we fall
Sometimes you lose some
Ya just can’t win ‘em all
Follow your dreams son, and believe at all costs
Mend my broken wings
Lord, I’m learning to fly again
So I can soar to heaven, when my time finally ends
Been to hell and back
So I guess I’m blessed
Still, here breathing and dreaming
With angels watching over me
Staring down from the heavens above
Used to be a strikeout king
Till Grandpa chucked another one
And said keep your eye on the ball son
Pretty soon I was hittin’ homeruns
A few years later momma was the next pitcher up
Hit a hard liner back at her
She threw her hands up
Walkin’ off ‘cause she had enough
Musta hurt like hell and said
Boy, you’re ready for the season comin’ up
We learn to fly, after we fall
Sometimes you lose some
Ya just can’t win ‘em all
Follow your dreams son, and believe at all costs
Mend my broken wings
Lord, I’m learning to fly again
So I can soar to heaven, when my time finally ends
Been to hell and back
So I guess I’m blessed
Still, here breathing and dreaming
With angels watching over me
Staring down from the heavens above
We learn to fly, after we fall
Sometimes you lose some
Ya just can’t win ‘em all
Follow your dreams son, and believe at all costs