• I had a dream I was kneeling, at fifteen crosses on the hill
    Not a whisper from the trees, everything was still,
    I felt a sadness in my heart, an empty kind of pain,
    Fifteen souls had gone away, only memories remained.
    I tried to cry out to ease my grief,
    Lifted my hands to heaven, prayed God's relief.
    Not a sound or a word, emptiness abounds,
    My sorrow overcoming, I began to drown.
    Such bitter suffocation, I wish someone could hear,
    Why we let this happen , in my dream nothing was clear.
    I shook my fist to heaven and begged for reasons crying why,
    But only silence spoke, offering no reply.
    No sound came from my lips even as I screamed,
    I prayed it's just a nightmare, an awful kind of dream.
    Then I heard a choir of angels beckoning from above.
    "The world is reaping hatred,"
    "Because the world's not so evil wing love."
    "You should embrace each other's differences no matter what they may be,"
    "And enlighten each other with the hope of peace and unity."
    When the angel finished speaking, she ended with a sigh,
    Gazing down at fifteen crosses of fifteen souls who said goodbye.
    Then the heavens opens up, the angels giving way,
    up to the gates of heaven, Amazing grace began to play.
    And as they left this Earthly realm the angels were HeartBroken looking
    back at fifteen crosses of the recently departed.
    A soft rain began falling, but no cloud was in the sky,
    Then Jesus whispered to me, "This is how the angels cry