recite a prayer

look up towards heaven with shame

feel those tears stream down your face



in true irony

we are all good

where will we stand

when the doves begin to make their way (up towards the heavens)



let us gather

and listen to the sweet voices of the angels

oh what sweet and sincere sound they bring



set yourself aside from those

who are drowning in their losses

may we not forget grace

let us not forget our faiths