The Highest Choir of Angels In times of such gravity Of crime and dark depravity You're lost but still you pray avidly As you sing to the air You say no one's there Abandoned so young and so bare I tell you there everywhere This is unfailingly say Just like a steady mare of God Listening when you pray I beseech you my darling, my liebling, my star In the darkest of ages, they're still never that far When you've drifted away and all is maimed and marred And you've landscaped you're own dreary graveyard My dear look for the signs and the sounds and the smells How silent light can be clear as a sweet singing bell Revel under the luminous lovelorn spell That in every heart there does dwell Love please have faith... For the Highest Choir Of Angels are here They'll light the black despondence and fight the benightment of fear And triumph in the most beautiful white light Listen well and you WILL hear The Highest Choir of Angels are here For the Highest Choir Of Angels are here They'll light the black despondence and fight the benightment of fear And triumph in the most beautiful white light Listen well and you WILL hear The Highest Choir of Angels are here Copyright 2007 Beau Phillips