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
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