Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Tearstained Angels - Poem by Sophia White

A man walks down the dusty street
Worn down and broken, lookin’ beat
He carries a bag stuffed with cash
He knows it’s wrong, but he don’t care
He ain’t seen right anyway, anywhere.

And the tearstained angels are watching him
From heaven’s tearstained gates.
And the tearstained angels weep for him.
They know where he’s going, they know.
He ain’t bound for the pearly gates.

A fireman stands enreathed in smoke.
The flames lick his face and brush his coat.
He hears a faint and pleading cry
From deep within the flaming hallway.
He pretends he never heard, and walks away.

And the tearstained angels are watching him
From heaven’s tearstained gates.
And the tearstained angels weep for him.
They know what he’s doing, they know.
And for the one inside, it’s just too late.

A girl walks down the hall at school.
She has the answers, but she’s too “cool”
To tell the girl cryin’ in the stall
That there’s a way out of the strife
She’s been livin’ in all her life.

And the tearstained angels are watching her
From heaven’s tearstained gates.
And the tearstained angels weep for her.
They know how she is hurting, they know.
And the only one who can help decides to hate.

The tearstained angels are watching you
From heaven’s tearstained gates.
And the tearstained angels weep for you.
They know who you really are, they know.
But still hope for you, and still they wait…


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 29, 2006



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