Teardrops Born Of Angels
An Angel`s heart lies weeping
On high celestial plane
As men who died as heroes
Are told they fought for shame.
Her teardrops slowly tumble
They sink to tortured earth
Where souls scream out in torment
To hide the fearful hurt
Now teardrops born of Angels
Float down from way on high,
And noble men of honour
ask "Why then, did I die?"
The night sky roars in anger
Bolt lightening thunders down.
Where went the word of justice?
Oh how did slip the crown?
A battle driven banner
Outcast as putrid wine
By men who have no concept
Of truth, as seen through time.
Their sins they will soon answer
To He, Who sits on high
For truth is everlasting
No more the twisted lie.
Copyright Roy Rawlinson April 14th 2000
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An Angel`s heart lies weeping
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