When Men Trifle With Godliness

Written by: Michael Smith

It falls...
With grace above pearl clouds
Afore it screams once more
It will scream one thousand
Before you lose your breath

High above reproach
It makes the speeds it sounds
Unheard tears cry symphonic
But, all I hear is death

Play the notes which hold 
Cutting circumstance upon the air 
Like silent wings from heaven
They spread...

Beating, down and down
Blowning kisses to the soldiers
Ending up on killing ground
Shadows on buildings is all that's left

And somewhere else I'm sure regret