precious

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your heart for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

(Depeche Mode)

Comments

[Ornella]

When the master of the lists
Will play this sOOng,
I will be like a burning candle,
And damaged, broken, will tell him the unspoken words.

Ornella

[Steve]

Savez-vous que ce poeme a été pour la première fois lu à la Reine de Saba ?
Steve