Her hand she rested on her breast,
Her eyes so sad I cried myself. I couldn\'t
Guess the reason why or what might
Make an angel cry.
Why would an angel cry I thought, what
Would it take to break her heart? What
Would it take to hurt her so? I had to
Say I didn\'t know.
I sat and pondered for a while and
Then a mighty voice on high, stooped
And shouted \'Art thou blind’? Canst thou
Not see what makes her cry\'?
‘Might it be a world in turmoil
Or a child gunned down in spite’, ‘a man
Who shot a woman or a cop who
Killed his wife\'?
\'A gun that mowed so many down’,
‘A stadium full of pain’, ‘flights that
Took off full of life to be never seen
\'Yet still you wonder why she cries’,
‘Can\'t grasp the message in her eyes’,
‘Can\'t see the Hell in evil’s art’,
‘Can\'t feel the pain that breaks her heart\'.
© Joseph G Dawson