Angels

Angels

Angels of silver wings, shouldn't know suffering.

Even the stars may look brighter tonight, nothing's impossible.

Look at the stars look how they shine, it's true.

At first, at last. It's everything.

You are, are you are, youth of the nation.

My god what we have done to you?

Precious and fragile things need special handeling. I thought we've done.

Sometimes I try, sometimes I die, it's true.