An angels despair for our wronging.

Sorrowed feathers on wilted wings
An angel`s despair for our wronging
We walk past and never see
The pain in such that we have caused
Never once taking the responsibility
For all nor one of our own actions

Give a helping hand to the tattered society
That we claim to have pity upon
We`re falling apart as you blink

So caught up in yourself and what people think
To ever realize in time there will be nothing left
Of what we call our home

The ideal ground we stand on
Or the pure air we breathe
Is slowly perishing before our eyes