The Highest Choir of Angels
In times of such gravity
Of crime and dark depravity
You're lost but still you pray avidly
As you sing to the air
You say no one's there
Abandoned so young and so bare
I tell you there everywhere
This is unfailingly say
Just like a steady mare of God
Listening when you pray
I beseech you my darling, my liebling, my star
In the darkest of ages, they're still never that far
When you've drifted away and all is maimed and marred
And you've landscaped you're own dreary graveyard
My dear look for the signs and the sounds and the smells
How silent light can be clear as a sweet singing bell
Revel under the luminous lovelorn spell
That in every heart there does dwell
Love please have faith...
For the Highest Choir Of Angels are here
They'll light the black despondence and fight the benightment of fear
And triumph in the most beautiful white light
Listen well and you WILL hear
The Highest Choir of Angels are here
For the Highest Choir Of Angels are here
They'll light the black despondence and fight the benightment of fear
And triumph in the most beautiful white light
Listen well and you WILL hear
The Highest Choir of Angels are here
Copyright 2007
Beau Phillips