When the Angels Cry
To those who will listen and those who choose to deny
From birth till return to earth, You can hear the angels cry.
They cry for earth's children and villages that once raised them.
God's design of the family, and those who chose to betray Him.
Missing are the fathers, to guide, love and protect.
Now the mother's stands alone weeping, tears of fear and neglect.
Where are the elders and keepers of the knowledge past?
Wisdom obtained by bloodshed when freedom was beyond our grasp.
Oh where are the nourishers that held us to their breast?
Strength for the weary soldiers after battles forbid them rest.
Missing are the guardians trained in the way we should go.
With wisdom they armed our young. WE WERE KINGS ONCE YOU KNOW!
Yet the creator has chosen his family. Their inheritance is at hand.
The angles will cry no more. for it was all in the master's plan.
For the creator has chosen his family. Their inheritance is at hand.
The angels cry out "VICTORY", for it is all in the master's plan.
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