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 up the tears
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
and crying their tears of memory
Up in the sky
~~author~Withcher~
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