The Angels weep

Rain drops are falling from the dark sky
Does it make you wonder if Angels cry?

I can easily create the picture in my mind
Them sitting up there so pure and kind

Watching over us down here and weep
When they see that the pain goes deep

It is in their nature to guard and to assist
Too many times they are being dismissed

They're put out of our mind as some folk tale
Something kids believe, however, we do fail

To recall that once we were kids as well
We believed mystical creatures to be swell

Now that we have all become somber adults
We believe the things that give us results

Until this day nobody has been able to verify
If Angels exist and if in fact they can fly

Humankind's doubts are just one more reason
For their tears falling, like rain this season.