Angel Tears

Gentle drops of Angel tears Once more she drifts to sleep Anaesthetised and full of hope Of faith, of love, so deep A dark, dark mass looms in her form A cancer cold and stark They try to cut it all away She'll wake with mornings Lark They do the tests - they come to us "There's more" - is what they say She begs us - not to make a fuss She's tired, asks us to pray She wakes in small hours and holds us tight She says she's feeling weak Be happy for her for she'll be alright Small tears stain her virgin cheeks Somewhere in the dark cold hours She drew her final breath Her brave yet quiet and Godly thoughts Resound this Angels death I think of things she would have done Watch as other children play I work to help others as if she'd won Life's battle on that day I know she looks upon those souls She'd smile and talk so calm And in their fears she'll comfort them In loving Angel's arms Our little daughter oh so young Yet old in pain wise years Reminds me daily of all kids past and Gentle drops of Angel Tears R.I.P Angel