Shall I tell you?

Shall I tell you today, of how an angel fell?

Shall I tell you tomorrow of the souls the sell?

Shall I tell you Sunday of broken wings?

Shall I tell you Monday of all sorts of things?

Shall I tell you Tuesday of the tears they cried?

Shall I tell you Wednesday of how they died?

Shall I tell you Thursday of what they now see?

I should've told you yesterday, that it's 'cuz of me.