Tears must fall




What could shape a heart full of tears and pain

sweet love and tenderness, a warm embrace

What could shape a cloud full of newborn rain

sweet mist in the heavens, a saintly place


That is where my angel blissfully flies

the space between devotion and sweet love

Pray unto the heavens to heal all my cries

let the misty clouds send to me a dove


Peace shall I find in the wings of hope

warmth shall fill my life and dry all these tears

When the heavens breaks the pain, I shall cope

and no longer will my thoughts carry fear


The angels will have blessed my tender soul

and my tears shall fall with happiness a goal




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