Angels of heaven stoop down on earth
healing as they fly over pastures
I begged to stop, and i asked
Wounds of war if it be healed
deep scars lay beneath my soul
will i ever be same again
Angels of heaven stoop down on earth
healing as they fly over pastures
I beg to bring back the dead
Bring back the dead
Oh, angels of heaven
Will i ever be same again
Good one... well, we all keep changing and we can only write poems abt staying the same :)
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