precious and fragile things
need special handling
my God what have we done to yuo
we always tryed to share
the tendnest of care
bow look what we put you through
things get damaged things get broken
i thought wed manage
but words left unspoken
left us so brittle
there was so little left to give
angles with silver wings
shouldnt know suffering
i wish i could take the pian for you
if God has a master plan
that he only understandes
i hope its your eyes hes seeing through
things get damaged things get broken
i thought wed manage
but words left unspoken
left us so brittle
there was so little left to give
i pray ypu lean to trust
have fiath in both of us
and keep in your heart room for two
things get damaged things get broken
i thought wed manage
but words left unspoken
left us so brittle
there was so little left to give
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