Four Crying Angels - Poem by Devan Rhodes
I'm not mad, I'm not sad.
I'm feeling crappy, I'm feeling mad.
The tears will come, the tears will fall.
I know your home, I know it all.
Tears are subsided, tears are hid.
Now I've decided, you were only a kid.
No one knows how I feel.
No one knows how we'll heal.
It's all over in our minds.
Since now we can open the blinds.
The blinds to Heaven floor.
To see the new four.
FOUR CRYING ANGELS.
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