I'VE SEEN THE ANGELS CRY

I HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT ANGELS,
WORE HALO'S 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 BADGES SHINING BRIGHT.

AND ANGELS ALWAYS FLOATED,
WITH BARE FEET ABOVE THE GROUND.
NOT TRUE! FOR THEY WEAR STEEL TOED BOOTS,
AND GO WHERE DEATH IS FOUND.

NOT ALL ANGLES HAVE SMOOTH HANDS,
AND FEET THAT LOOK LIKE PORCELAIN.
SOME ANGELS HAVE TORN GLOVES AND,
CUTS AND BURNS UPON THEIR SKIN.

AND WHILE I THOUGHT ALL ANGELS,
GLOWED FROM HEAVENS LIGHT.
I SEE AN ANGEL CUTTING STEEL,
HIS TORCH IS SHINING BRIGHT.

AND WHILE THESE EARTHLY ANGELS,
PASSED BUCKETS OF DEBRIS,
THE ANGELS UP IN HEAVEN,
LOOKED 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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