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The Stories I've Been Told Myself- I guess, it's not important, now and forever, This was the story I'd heard of- Maybe in time I will learn to see What good an angel can do for me... Maybe loss has broken my bones, and pain has shrouded light, but in those dark times many years ago- the angels....were the hope. So I guess I'm wrong If I say- it's too late. Because if the stories I've been told are true I must say- There must be something more to dark than sorrow more to light than joy- more to life than terror and fear There must be sometihng I need to hear. And if the angels begin to sing, telling stories of what they've seen- Do they know how it feels- To live something real? And how it is to sin? No they don't. Oh, there must be something more to dark than sorrow more to light than joy -more to life than fear- There must be something I need to hear! Well if the stories I've been told are true, then the angels can't exist- But if they don't, how could I know of you~