21.1.13

Precious.



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

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