The sky is crying
While I am dying
Teardrops abound
Falling all around
Does God even weep
For any lost sheep
From way up above
Is He filled with love
For a broken man
Who just can't stand
On his own two feet
He cannot compete
With life that surrounds
In darkness he is bound
Does the sky cry for him
Or is it just a whim
Teardrops wash down
From eyes that are round
Blending with the the rain
And hiding all the pain
God cries not for me
Nay. He cries for thee
For you are left behind
Ever suffering in kind
While death ends my pain
As sure as the rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are times in life where we wonder just why? For it does get hard sometimes. May your darkness be brightened. There is a reason for us all.