Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for You
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for You
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