Does it rain when angels cry...?
Or do the clouds weep for those who can\'t?
The clouds weep for those who can\'t...
Or won\'t?
Or fear to so gravely?
Those whose pride will not let them be seen...
Committing such a treason.
Those whose constant weeping left...
Their eyes dry of all emotion.
Tears can no longer fall and
Pain is lost on them.
Maybe those like me, whose...
Heart is in a constant storm
And so cold and dark that...
No crying or weeping can escape.
A barren, cold, and dark place
So cold all tears...freeze inside
Solidified....
And icy cold.
It rains when angels cry...
When their beautiful faces
And caring embraces...
Fail...and they look to the sky
And down from those clear eyes
Blue tears slowly fall.
Staining their beautiful faces dark
And clouding their clear eyes grays....
But wait....
What if the clouds weep for some other reason?
Some sort of....treason?
Against human kind
From one human to another?
Or maybe it rains....when a child cries?
Innocent faces stained with tears.
Those who know no sin...
But know Pain all to well
Agony a constant friend...
And an only friend
Those who\'ve been hurt their whole...
Lives, so short...now lost...
Those whose lives have been severed?
Cut so short by others
Even if they did it themselves...
Is was still the fault of others...
Cruel, cruel others...
Those lying, poking, prodding, hurting...
Pushing, shoving, slowly killing....
Those long forgotten?
Trying to find something...
So many others take for granted.
A life someone will remember
And all they can do is wish that
Someone would care enough to notice
Them....for who they are.
Whatever the reason...
The clouds weep so darkly...
So coldly upon us...
They always will and
It\'s hard to enjoy a sunny day
Without a few rainy days.
But when the sun is up...
And the colorful flowers show
Earth\'s happy smile.
(And I\'m not saying don\'t enjoy it.
On the contrary, enjoy it more)
Let\'s remember the rainy day
When the dark, heavy clouds
Reflected someone\'s heart and
The rain was someone\'s tears
Either shed or unshared
Either known or hidden.
Remember whom the clouds were weeping for.
Forever and always it will rain
For every tear a drop of rain
And it does rain...for every crying angel
Or lost spirit
Or life cut short.
For those who think they are forgotten
And those who\'ve been hurt.
Maybe sometimes they weep for you
And you may not even know it.
It does rain...
Forever and always.