Seeming to fall from the sky,
Tears of an angel,
As pure as the innocence of a child.
Cool against my burning eyes,
Caressing my already wet cheeks.
My tears and sorrow mixing with the rain,
Seeping through my skin and drowning my soul.
The sound of the rain hitting the pavement,
Sounds to me like weeping children,
Searching for their loved ones.
Am I a lost child,
Where are the people I love,
Are they ever looking for me?
My heart sinks for those children,
For the ones who hurt,
For all those who are lost.
I cannot see them nor can I find them,
But I can hear them,
I can feel their pain as if it were mine.