Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you?

We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

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

I pray you learn to [bad word] Have faith in both of us
My God what have we done to you?

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

I pray you learn to [bad word] Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

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
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