Precious fragile things
Need special handling
By God, what have we done to you?
We always try 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
If God has a master plan
Where only he
understands I hope it's yours, he's sinful
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
And I pray you learn to
trust
And have faith in both of us
Keep room in your heart for a tune