Precious and fragile things need special handling.
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
the tenderest of care.
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. I pray you learn to trust. Have faith in both of us and keep room in your hearts for two.

Martin L. Gore, Playing the Angel.