When someone who was too young too die
Is taken away without a reason why
The angels sing, the angels cry
The tears that fall are not tears at all
But memories that will never die
When angels cry there is no pain
Just a never-ending constant rain
Suffering, there is no more
Just glory and safety to all
When angels cry
The whole world knows
They gather the tears up like
delicate petals from a rose
The scent from each one destroys all fears
When angels cry
People try to understand
How someone too young could
be placed under the great Creator's hand
The answer to this question may never be known
When angels cry crystal tears
We glance up and have no fears
For that person who was too young to die
Is now also an angel
Singing their songs of mourning
and crying their tears of memory
Up in the sky