God doesn't know

If god does not redeem the angels when they cry
do they live a lie?
of petty strife
is their faith on the edge of the knife
to be split between between us all?
when we fall..

Is it wrong that i feel quaint
When kneeling before a saint
Mary of the stone
Human hands fingered out a throne
For father to sit silent for another era?
While we were left alone...


i start to feel deceived
as who could be relieved
Children built by children foot prints lingering in the snow
God doesn't know

How to save a life...