Fragile

'Perhaps this final acquiescent/ Will clinch a lifetime's argument?/ Nothing comes from violence/ But nothing ever could/ For all else born beneath that angry star/ Lest we forget how fragile we are/ On and on the rain will fall/ Like tears from a star/ Like tears from a star/ On and on the rain shall see/ How fragile we are/ How fragile we are.' Sting. An urban angel, tired from looking after the souls of the city.  Inspired by the events of September 11th 2001.