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Angels Fall Down
I raise my hands to grasp the wooden beads around my neck: my rosary
and I try to drown out the sounds of war.
My home can no longer be my sanctuary;
It has been reduced to rubble. And dust.
It lies with the bones of the children I loved.
And lost.
I saw angels fall down
at the glory of the Lord
and as I raise my hands I see...
The memory of my Andrew. How proud he was to go to war.
I try to drown out the visions of him. So I don't cry.
They wrote to me. Such a long letter, they wrote. All I read was 'Killed. In. Action' punched across the scrap of paper.
He fought for King and Country and now he's never coming home,
who knows where he is: the husband I loved.
And lost.
I saw angels fall down
at the glory of the Lord
and as I hit the ground I see......
A hundred hundred mothers. Who've lost a hundred hundred sons.
I try to drown out the smell of blood on a nation's hands.
As they try to triumph in a battle where no-one
ever wins. And I weep for my children. For my Andrew too. For a nation
so corrupt a hundred hundred mothers have loved.
And lost.
And I fall down
afraid and shaking here
In the house of the Lord
And I fall down
I'm perfectly safe right here
In the house of the Lord
I saw angels fall down
at the glory of the Lord
the hurt and the broken find rest here
As I do, in the house of the Lord.
I saw angels fall down
at the beauty of the Lord
and as I kneeled I cried to know Him
When I was all alone
and when all hope had gone
in the house of the Lord.
and I try to drown out the sounds of war.
My home can no longer be my sanctuary;
It has been reduced to rubble. And dust.
It lies with the bones of the children I loved.
And lost.
I saw angels fall down
at the glory of the Lord
and as I raise my hands I see...
The memory of my Andrew. How proud he was to go to war.
I try to drown out the visions of him. So I don't cry.
They wrote to me. Such a long letter, they wrote. All I read was 'Killed. In. Action' punched across the scrap of paper.
He fought for King and Country and now he's never coming home,
who knows where he is: the husband I loved.
And lost.
I saw angels fall down
at the glory of the Lord
and as I hit the ground I see......
A hundred hundred mothers. Who've lost a hundred hundred sons.
I try to drown out the smell of blood on a nation's hands.
As they try to triumph in a battle where no-one
ever wins. And I weep for my children. For my Andrew too. For a nation
so corrupt a hundred hundred mothers have loved.
And lost.
And I fall down
afraid and shaking here
In the house of the Lord
And I fall down
I'm perfectly safe right here
In the house of the Lord
I saw angels fall down
at the glory of the Lord
the hurt and the broken find rest here
As I do, in the house of the Lord.
I saw angels fall down
at the beauty of the Lord
and as I kneeled I cried to know Him
When I was all alone
and when all hope had gone
in the house of the Lord.
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This is my first shot at a songfic so all comments = love!