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When God's Angels Cry

The sound echoes, in the distance

Countless drops of pain, fall silently.

When the tears go our way, our world comes into misery.

As we gaze at specks of drops through our window panes.

It's what happens when the peace fades, when they cry for all our sins.

Sometimes they cry on and on, like an never ending tale.

How the children smiles frown,

as they sit and watch the tears go down and down.

The earth comforts them by soaking the wet right into the ground.

As we pay for what we did, we never never see

That someday those people crying

could be you or me.