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A small Angel wakes me in the night.
An Angel filled with fright.
Holding out to touch my heart.
Disappearing when I turn on the lights.
I cry myself to sleep again
Only the Angel returns again.
It leads me through a Child's playground.
Where the sun shines, but, on me it rains.
I bolt suddenly wide awake,
To find myself surrounded by loneliness.
Where is the family I once had,
Or is it the child I only miss?
Society, they say men don’t cry,
Explain the tears within my heart.
Does everyone think it will go away?
Hell no!, It never parts.
crying crying crying
 drlaughalot · Mon Oct 05, 2009 @ 01:31am · 0 Comments |
