| I've Seen The Angels Cry I have always thought that angels wore halos and wings of white but now I find they wear hard hats and black coats with yellow stripes And angels, in my mind, wore long flowing gowns of white but now I see dark pants and shirts and buckles shining bright And angels always floated, with bare feet above the ground not true! they wear tipped boots and walk where death is found Not all angels have hands that look like porcelain some angels have torn gloves and cuts and burns upon their skin And while I thought that angels glowed from heavens holy light I see an angel cutting steel, and his torch is shining bright And while these earthly angels passed down buckets of debris The angels up in heaven look'd down on bended knee So while the smoke continued to rise into the sky I watched the rescue workers weep I've seen the angels cry |
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| For the men and women of New York's Emergency Services, and In Memorium |
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