Angels, Devils, Human

When angels rest their weary wings,

Will their light one day fade away?

When devils smile in shadowed dreams,

Will they learn to love someday?

A voice whispers softly, stirring the heart,

No answers come, just the wind in the dark.

Do angels ever doubt their skies?

Do devils ever laugh, or cry?

What makes us whole, as human beings?

Our doubts and joys, our love and grief.

Time flows forward, but where does it lead?

What future is drawn by hands that bleed?

If we unite, what can we save?

A prayer, a fate, or a love engraved?

The same questions return, seeking a way,

Will we find light, or lose it to gray?

Do angels ever doubt their skies?

Do devils ever laugh, or cry?

What makes us whole, as human beings?

Our doubts and joys, our love and grief.

An angel reaches to touch a devil's hand,

A devil smiles and seems to understand.

Is this the answer we've been yearning for,

Or just more questions to ponder once more?

Do angels ever doubt their skies?

Do devils ever laugh, or cry?

What makes us whole, as human beings?

Our doubts and joys, our love and grief.

Do angels truly feel the same?

Do devils shed their tears in pain?

What makes us whole, as human beings?

To question it all—that’s what life means.

Do angels ever doubt their skies?

Do devils ever laugh, or cry?

What makes us whole, as human beings?

Our doubts and joys, our love and grief.

Do angels truly feel the same?

Do angels truly feel the same?

Do devils shed their tears in pain?

What makes us whole, as human beings?

To question it all—that’s what life means.