Angel Of The Battlefield
God did not give us wings to fly
He never gave it to us at all
We gave ourselves wings and took to the sky
To catch ourselves when we fall
God did not give us weapons to fight
He did not believe in violence
We created these weapons ourselves
To give voice to the hatred's silence
God did not give us tears to cry
He hated seeing us in pain
We created these tears in our eyes
To create torrents of flooding rain
God did not give us hearts to break
He thought all hearts were the same
We proved him wrong over and over again
By making love and hate a bloody game
God did not give us angels to heal
He never created them at all
But here an angel stands in the battlefield
To catch a soldier when he falls.