Trickle Me Down

A gray-torn sky hangs above the world like a grim lid and all the pretty stars are shyly hid But between the pillows of that heavy cloud falls down a trickling tear sparkling proud Midst the dim and the quiet anger there comes a familiar word from the wandering stranger "Peace and love comes through the night, for those who feign the obstructed sight." Cryptically spoken with hushed cries skin may thin but hope never dies at least not tonight under the angel's frown because eternal love trickles down