With a claps and a close. Angels to the east, Angels to the west, to the North and to the south... We despair in woe, day by day watching our brethren fall. Is it true there will always be a victim and a foe?
Can you hear our cries? Our solemn and humble songs... Roses don't grow on battlefields, not anymore. Trampled grounds and red mud. Oh angels in the winds, hear our cries.
With a bow and a clench. All powerful kings, will you stay silent to these cries? Ponder and wonder.. but our hopes fade no more, we praise you all the more... We know these whispers will reach the heavens, praise all!
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My Angels Cry
Poetrysometimes it feels like we have been abandoned and forsaken. This was for all those that never lost their faith through the struggles of life.
