Precious piano leadsheet with chords

Precious and fragile things

need special handling.

I My God, what have we done to you?

If We always try to share

that the tenderest of care.

I Now look what we have put you through.

Things get damaged,

things get broken.

I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken left us so brittle.

There was so little left to give.

Angels with silver wings

shouldn't know suffering.

I wish I could take the pain for you.

If God has a master plan,

that only He understands,

I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through.

Things get damaged,

things get broken.

I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken left us so brittle.

There was so little left to give.