An angel cried this morning
As another soul was lost,
But not from lack of trying…
It just wasn’t meant to be.
The entire choir chimes with
Multitudinous dismay at
The prospect of her prospect
Drudged in mournful harmony.
Oh, if only she would listen,
If only she could heed,
If faith would yield
perception
In her muddled little world.
In quiet desperation
As the angel band pleads
softly
She stumbles to the precipice
And never hears a word.
A victim of indifference,
A case of stubborn pride,
Her fate an ageless story
As another angel cried.
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