She was the only one of my flesh and blood now I have no calling I can do no wordly good I sit silent I sit all mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak and any words to say except does heaven have enough angels yet? I've gone hard and I've gone cold I can't make the pieces of this cracked life fit please forgive me for wanting to know does heaven have enough angels yet? Together oh together no there'll be no more of that but I would not dare for myself to ask does heaven have enough angels yet? She was the only one of my own flesh and blood sometimes I hear her calling straight from the house of god