I sit there in there dark
Watching the rain fall from the sky
Like angels tears they fall to the ground...
A long journey ahead of me and all i can think about is the angels tears.
What was it about the way they fall to the ground that intrigues me so?
Is it that there is a certain beauty about them?
Or is it that i don't know why an angel would cry?
The deepening sarrow that builds in me
As i watch the Angels Tears...
The clouds pass opening the sky to the brightness of the sunlight
But why is my sarrow still ripping me apart inside?
The journey will soon begin...
Yeat i will not be joining them
So I will sit here in the dark...
Watching and waiting for Angels Tears...

Kenzie Lynn

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