With All The Angels

You have left me down on the rough ground 
The hard stones are digging in my soft skin 
I am crying because you went to the above, now you are not round
Without you being here. Again, how can I begin?

I miss you my love, I hope you’re partying with all the angels 
I can imagine you in your golden throne 
Singing with your angelic voice with the beautiful bells 
Whilst I am laying here outside on the hard stone 

Sobbing my heart out, drowning in my own tears 
My soul is shattered into pieces and shards 
I have been through this again and again, I miss you my dear 
Now you’re not here anymore, people are staring at me in my yard 

Baby, I love you and miss you so much 
The jagged stone is drawing my blood where I am laying 
I miss your body and your beautiful touch 
In this state that I am in. Is it worth praying?