14 Broken Angels

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Verse 1

Fourteen broken angels

Are crying in the back garden

Their hearts and hopes and dreams

Shattered, crushed, and scattered low

Laying in the grass like rubble

Where the cold wind will not touch them

Salty tears run in rivulets

Down their hard and stony cheeks

And the demons laugh out yonder

Down a long, shadowless alley

Cheering like they’re champions

After some hard‑earned wicked win

Chorus

Fourteen broken angels

Crying where the roses died

Thunder rolling from the heavens

Like the Earth herself has cried

And the mountains shake in sorrow

For the souls we’ve turned to stone

Fourteen broken angels

Weeping in the garden all alone

Verse 2

Those demons mock our ignorance

Our foolishness and pride

The way we clutch our righteousness

Like pearls at Sunday Mass

Thinking whispered prayers will save us

While we never lift a finger

Never dirty up our hands

To heal the wounds we’ve made

And still the angels tremble

In the weeds behind the house

While the sky begins to rumble

With a rage we can’t outrun

Chorus

Fourteen broken angels

Crying where the roses died

Thunder rolling from the heavens

Like the Earth herself has cried

And the mountains shake in sorrow

For the souls we’ve turned to stone

Fourteen broken angels

Weeping in the garden all alone

Bridge

Thunder from the Divine

Crashes like a warning

Hot as molten lava

From the heart of sacred ground

Seeming to cry out,

“Just how broken must you be

Before you finally wake

And see what you have done to Me”

Final Verse

Fourteen broken angels

Still crying in the back garden

Their hearts and hopes and dreams

Shattered, crushed, and left to bleed

Salty tears run in rivulets

Down their hard and stony faces

While the night wind carries sorrow

Through the holler, through the pines

Final Chorus

Fourteen broken angels

Crying where the roses died

Thunder rolling from the heavens

Like the Earth herself has cried

And the mountains shake in sorrow

For the souls we’ve turned to stone

Fourteen broken angels

Weeping in the garden all alone