As the wind blows fitfully, it sounds like the angels crying. A Country Music Lovers Entry |
The Angels Crying You used to say that every ray of sunshine brightening up each day was an angel smiling, so beguiling, chasing all the clouds away. And when the sun marked day as done as it dimmed and journeyed down, I'd hear you say, as if in play, that you could see the angel's frown. (Chorus) Now when I hear the gentle sighing as the wind blows fitfully, it sounds like the angels crying. It's a haunting melody; a song of love that's undying that will never set me free. I watch you lay as shadows play then disappear without a trace. With such softness, they caress your gentle, sleeping face. I've lost my grip as you slip away without a sound. As the end nears, there are no fears for you've angels all around. (Chorus) Now when I hear the gentle sighing as the wind blows fitfully, it sounds like the angels crying. It's a haunting melody; a song of love that's undying that will never set me free. From the start you've had my heart and my love was deep. Now you're gone, I'm all alone and I can only weep ... ... and join the angels crying As I listen to the sighing (Fade) The wind blows fitfully; it sounds like angels crying. It's a haunting melody; a song of love undying that will never set me free. Notes An entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: Number 1: "The Angels Crying" Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome. Ken |