Tears of An Angel
Half the night I waste in sighs,
no one cares how I feel
inside.
All I want is to be myself,
but no one hears my
cry for help.
I stay up late every night,
no more colors
just black and white.
I feel like i'm in a dungeon,
Will I ever be free?
Will any one see me for
just being me?
While in the corner they pass me by,
Some times
even the Angels can hear my cry.
I know they hear me loud and clear,
because when it rains
it is their tears.
Falling to earth to wash away my fears.
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