Count my fingers And tell me your name It breaks my heart It's always the same I can see Angels I can see Angels I can see Angels And they're
The chain of events, leading up to this, has come from some unseen direction. When all that you have is what you shared, then at once you find it is gone
t see us fall. We are all searching for the one to blame. So scared of the unknown that we face. Blaming the angels for your fear of the end. Death yields
me. I know I must redefine what is in my life for You. Be there, there for You. Without You what would I do? Bloodshed, fear and angst caused by death