I wait for something that will never come.
I let the rain purge my soul,
And drench my heart.
Why can’t they see?
I’ve done my part.
But absolution is always just a dream,
Drowned too deep in this blue abyss,
For me to ever see.
Angels cry for me,
They can see their failures in my eyes.
I was not meant to be.
But now my angels fly away.
They turn their heads and cry,
All because I dared to ask them why.
Angels cry over my broken soul,
Shattered on the rocks like a wave.
Torn to pieces, ripped apart –
Before my dreams could ever start.
That is why my angels cry.
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