| Song | Broken Wings of an Angel |
| Artist | Little Angels |
| Album | Don't Pray for Me |
| Broken Wings Of An Angel | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| We can sing our lilting ballads | |
| We can neutralise the things | |
| Causing pain and indifference | |
| And all world suffering | |
| But it's another kind of story | |
| When the hammer starts to swing | |
| And we always lose those battles | |
| I hope to God someday we'll win | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| It's a lonely kind of process | |
| Sitting round in failures chains | |
| But we learn a lot more lesson | |
| From our failures then from our gains | |
| But we aren't weak, I know we're tough | |
| In our hearts there's fire burning | |
| And I know beneath the camouflage | |
| It's happiness we're yearning | |
| [Bridge 1] | |
| If there's a God looking down upon this crazy world | |
| He's probably by now stopped really caring | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Oh – people be strong | |
| Don't give up the fight now if you're able | |
| Oh – although we try | |
| You can't mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| While killers finely craft their plans | |
| Undercover of our laws | |
| So it takes the streets to run with blood | |
| To even out the scores | |
| What can be done we never do | |
| Cause the future's gonna glow | |
| And they cover up the truth for us | |
| Cause it's not the publics right to know | |
| [Bridge 2] | |
| If there's a God looking down upon this crazy world | |
| He's probably by now stopped really caring | |
| He's watched the evil stir those who would terrorise our minds | |
| Where do they learn to take their poison | |
| Chorus | |
| Solo | |
| [Bridge 3] | |
| He's watched the evil stir those who would terrorise our minds | |
| Where do they learn, tell me where do they learn to take their poison | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Oh – people be strong | |
| Don't give up the fight now if you're able | |
| Oh – although we try | |
| You can't mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| You can't mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| You can't mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| You can't mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| We can sing in lilting ballads.... |
| Broken Wings Of An Angel | |
| Verse 1 | |
| We can sing our lilting ballads | |
| We can neutralise the things | |
| Causing pain and indifference | |
| And all world suffering | |
| But it' s another kind of story | |
| When the hammer starts to swing | |
| And we always lose those battles | |
| I hope to God someday we' ll win | |
| Verse 2 | |
| It' s a lonely kind of process | |
| Sitting round in failures chains | |
| But we learn a lot more lesson | |
| From our failures then from our gains | |
| But we aren' t weak, I know we' re tough | |
| In our hearts there' s fire burning | |
| And I know beneath the camouflage | |
| It' s happiness we' re yearning | |
| Bridge 1 | |
| If there' s a God looking down upon this crazy world | |
| He' s probably by now stopped really caring | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh people be strong | |
| Don' t give up the fight now if you' re able | |
| Oh although we try | |
| You can' t mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| Verse 3 | |
| While killers finely craft their plans | |
| Undercover of our laws | |
| So it takes the streets to run with blood | |
| To even out the scores | |
| What can be done we never do | |
| Cause the future' s gonna glow | |
| And they cover up the truth for us | |
| Cause it' s not the publics right to know | |
| Bridge 2 | |
| If there' s a God looking down upon this crazy world | |
| He' s probably by now stopped really caring | |
| He' s watched the evil stir those who would terrorise our minds | |
| Where do they learn to take their poison | |
| Chorus | |
| Solo | |
| Bridge 3 | |
| He' s watched the evil stir those who would terrorise our minds | |
| Where do they learn, tell me where do they learn to take their poison | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh people be strong | |
| Don' t give up the fight now if you' re able | |
| Oh although we try | |
| You can' t mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| You can' t mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| You can' t mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| You can' t mend the broken wings of an angel | |
| We can sing in lilting ballads.... |