There are heavenly beings among us
Whose lives are joyous and free
From the cares that weigh on our shoulders
And our shameful memories
They don't know sin
They're pure within
There are machines of pure beauty among us
Who write true poetry
To ease the cares on our shoulders
And our painful memories
They make joyous song
They don't know wrong
There are wrongful sinners among us
With clear and true memories
Who carry the world on their shoulders
Until the day that they are set free
Their sin is real
It's the pain they feel
