The Angels fly on by
Looking for Heaven in the sky
Dry them tears from my eyes
Praying for answers asking the Lord why...
I'm praying for answers asking the Lord why...
I seen too many of my family die
Sittin in pews resistin the urge to cry
Been doing this since infancy
Scars stretched across my heart only signs of my misery
Lost my cousin to street infantry
Louse stay strong
Cuz his soul found a better path to move along
I step up to the casket
Just another young bastard
Can't come to grips with death...
They say he's in a better place dressed all snipe in his vest overcoat and shiny shoes
I was only 15, still one of the tiny dudes
That night I promised myself
I wouldn't put my Ma through that kind of hell
Killin her health
Destroyin herself
I can only pray for my younger brother
Pray for you acknowledge and help one another
Instead of only Killin each other
The Angels fly on by
Looking for Heaven in the sky
Dry them tears from my eyes
Praying for answers asking the Lord why...
I'm praying for answers asking the Lord why...
It hurts more than most torture when you've lost someone dear to you
It pains me to see your loss still bothers you
It had to be your grandfather too?
Baby I'll pray for you
Death isn't as bad as it sounds
Only feelin the fact that their no longer around
Don't let that be the only thing that brings you down
Find a way to make a smile out that frown
There's light at the end of the tunnel now
Don't look back and end up trapped in this sad thunder cloud
I'm far from a saint
But I'll carry your frame when you can't except the fate
Dry your beautiful eyes
There'll be hundreds of other days to drown your sadness with sorrowful cry's
The Angels fly on by
Looking for Heaven in the sky
Dry them tears from my eyes
Praying for answers asking the Lord why...
I'm praying for answers asking the Lord why...
As of late
I wrote off my fate
Unable to identify
With anyone elses cry
For help, depressed
Wrapped up in myself
I'm too young to die
Constantly reminded of why
I hate old as folk for the fact
Vera is no longer near Joe-Pat
I can't blame him for wanting to wring that old fools neck
Stay strong and keep conscious of your self respect
To Gloria
Wish I was around to see more'a ya
Before the whole drama with your emphysema
I seen the pain in your eyes
So sick of it you were ready to die
So when I got the call that you we're gone
I was stuck frozen for a minute
And at the same time relieved that you we're finally finished with it
The Angels fly on by
Looking for Heaven in the sky
Dry them tears from my eyes
Praying for answers asking the Lord why...
I'm praying for answers asking the Lord why...