recite a prayer
look up towards heaven with shame
feel those tears stream down your face where will we stand
in true irony we are all good
when the doves begin to make their way (up towards the heavens)
and listen to the sweet voices of the angels
let us gather oh what sweet and sincere sound they bring
may we not forget grace
set yourself aside from those
who are drowning in their losses
let us not forget our faiths.
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