The angel’s tears fall down
There’s no one to help at all
His refusal to wear a frown
Will surely cause the fall
Far from grace is where he stands
He has been here before
Where the light turns to dark and the rain falls down
Where the rich become the poor
The soul gets weak and the mind gets dim
And the heart is already tore
The light is in the distance
He reaches but just can’t hold
This could be his one last chance
Of relief from the cold
Then from in the distance
He begins to hear a voice
It must be that faithful angel
Offering him a choice
He can take it or he can leave it
It’s up to him, and him alone
One option leads him to that light
The other back into the cold
Which way will he choose?
Will he take the truth and life?
Or will he turn it down,
And be victim to the night…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love when the end is left for you to decide.....