She was the only one Of my flesh and blood Now I have no calling I can do no worldly good
I sit silent I sit mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak And any words to say except Does heaven have enough angels yet
I've gone hard And I've gone cold I can't make the piece of this cracked life fit Please forgive me for wanting to know Does heaven have enough angels yet
She was the only one Of my own flesh and blood Sometimes I hear her calling Straight from the house of god
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