Tell to me, do you believe in angels?
Try to hear me when I sing to you my words,
I'm just trying
To tell you
I know what you need
To want to save your life
When your gun disappeared
And it fell from the sky
Who is responsible?
It is falling from the sky frogs in their heads,
Cleaning all the hatred and bringing hope
Your vice becomes a bird
The butterfly has finally grown
Your father is finding peace
And you found what you need
The forgiviness, your humanity and is not a
Coincidence, is not a concidence
