Tonight the rain imitates my eyes
A chorus of tears falls
As if Heaven and her angels
Weep for me when you broke my heart
I never imagined your love
Suddenly reversing direction
As the love of others
Could take your attention away from me.
Tonight the songs of the world
Turn sad as dying flowers
Slowly descends beneath
A sea of sorrow for a love gone
A façade of false affections
Ghosts of run away children you lost
Departs and becomes our undoing
Turning us into a doomed romance.
Tonight an angel folds her wings
And a lone melancholy voice
Accompanies me away from you
For you have rejected me
I who once wrapped you in light
Lifting you above in blue sky
Must cry when no one is watching
And little by little let you go.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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