And oh how the angels sing
And how they smile upon me
And how the tears they spill
Never seem to kill thee

Pity is what they feel
Pity, for our ignorance
That they can be so blessed
And we are imperfect

There in lies our being
For we are perfect for our imperfectness
And only our humanity
Can we bring forth that difference

Midnight black and hollowed hell
And troubles that lie aside
Are what separates angel from us
And why we are not at gods side

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