Saints Preserve Us

Angels floating up and angels sinking down.
With their feet never quite touching ground.
Caught on this continuous merry-go-round.
Sometimes no rhyme or reason to be found.
Hell and heaven caught in a constant flux.
Problems I can't fix and sometimes it sucks.
I see so many people down on their luck.
I try to help but its like the answer is stuck.
We try to offer encouragement and slack.
Some seem so hopeless on the wrong track.
The answers we give sometimes lack tack.
Sometimes we just say keep coming back.