Symphony of Sympathy

Where is the voice in my head If any help it wants to be now would be the best These hands which flawlessly curse me perform a symphony of sympathy a one man orchestra of confusion and heartbreak Where is this trust I've heard so much about but can't seem to find And to the world in which I stay don't hate me when I say 'This identical state of mind from the glass we look through can you locate the hopes of the citizens you erase You know our names and our faces but could you take one look at a blooming blue rose straight in the eye and call it ugly Could you look at a hummingbird and ask for its wings to cease it's beat We are the angels of this life All we need is our wings so could you help me find mine the ones I lost some time ago