When Angels Cry

When someone who was to young to 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 know

When angels cry crystal tears

We glance up and have no fears

For that person who was to young to die

Is now also an angel

Singing their songs of mourning

And crying their tears of memory

Up in the sky

~Author, Witchery~