Unforgettable, thats what You are

5 o'clock and all is well
the clear resonance of the ornate church bell
a little girl, an innocent she
goes round the town playing, happy
under a gentle, orange, cloudy, sky
the world was beautiful through angel's eyes
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5 o'clock and all is hell
soldiers horde and raid with rebel yells
a little girl, hiding among the debris
thinks to herself: "how can this be?"
under a blood streaked, smokey, anguished sky
the world was broken through angel's eyes

war