Please Angels

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© 2026


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I cannot fall asleep at night
with all the pain on Earth right now
the hungry, lonely, lost and cold
the ugly cost and illusions sold
what on Earth is wrong with us
why do humans break
it’s like Love has switched itself off
oh - is anyone else lying awake

I tell myself that Earth's a school
but I don't think it should be so cruel
the horror that's out there cuts so deep
and so - I cannot fall asleep
please, please Angels lead us home
the hungry, the cold, and the all-alone
the children, the animals
the shattered hearts
please Angels please
gather up the broken shards

I told myself I would not look away
where others ran I would cry but stay
sometimes its a promise hard to keep
when lies are short and sweet
and I'm so tired, Lord, so tired
I just cannot fall asleep

we're killing each other
and the Earth is dying
ancient forests falling 
and lakes lie drying
please please Angels
I'm too tired to even weep
can you sing me the peace of sleep

please, please Angels lead us home
the hungry, the cold, and the all-alone
the children, the animals
the ones with hearts of stone
please please Angels
come fetch your own
please Angels oh please
come and fetch us home.


Copyright statement:  Lyrics © 2026 Christine Jordaan. All lyrics are original works authored by me. The music and vocal performances were created using AI tools under commercial licenses that grant me ownership and perpetual commercial usage rights in the resulting outputs. All rights reserved.

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