Does it rain when angeli cry...?
o do the clouds weep for those who can't?
The clouds weep for those who can't...
o won't?
o fear to so gravely?
Those whose pride will not let them be seen...
committing such a treason.
Those whose constant weeping left...
their eyes dry of all emotion.
Tears can no longer fall and
pain is Lost on them.
Maybe those like me, whose...
cuore is in a constant storm
and so cold and dark that...
no crying o weeping can escape.
A barren, cold, and dark place
so cold all tears...freeze inside
solidified....
and icy cold.
It rains when angeli cry...
When their beautiful faces
and caring embraces...
fail...and they look to the sky
and down from those clear eyes
blue tears slowly fall.
Staining their beautiful faces dark
and clouding their clear eyes grays....
But wait....
What if the clouds weep for some other reason?
Some sort of....treason?
Against human kind
from one human to another?
o maybe it rains....when a child cries?
Innocent faces stained with tears.
Those who know no sin...
but know Pain all to well
Agony a constant friend...
and an only friend
Those who've been hurt their whole...
Lives, so short...now lost...
Those whose lives have been severed?
Cut so short da others
even if they did it themselves...
is was still the fault of others...
Cruel, cruel others...
those lying, poking, prodding, hurting...
pushing, shoving, slowly killing....
Those long forgotten?
Trying to find something...
so many others take for granted.
A life someone will remember
And all they can do is wish that
someone would care enough to notice
them....for who they are.
Whatever the reason...
The clouds weep so darkly...
so coldly upon us...
they always will and
it's hard to enjoy a sunny day
without a few rainy days.
But when the sun is up...
and the colorful fiori show
Earth's happy smile.
(and I'm not saying don't enjoy it.
On the contrary, enjoy it more)
Let's remember the rainy day
when the dark, heavy clouds
reflected someone's cuore and
the rain was someone's tears
either shed o unshared
either known o hidden.
Remember whom the clouds were weeping for.
Forever and always it will rain
and for every tear a drop of rain
And it does rain...for every crying angel
o Lost spirit
o life cut short.
For those who think they are forgotten
and those who've been hurt.
Maybe sometimes they weep for you
and te may not even know it.
It does rain...
Forever and always.
o do the clouds weep for those who can't?
The clouds weep for those who can't...
o won't?
o fear to so gravely?
Those whose pride will not let them be seen...
committing such a treason.
Those whose constant weeping left...
their eyes dry of all emotion.
Tears can no longer fall and
pain is Lost on them.
Maybe those like me, whose...
cuore is in a constant storm
and so cold and dark that...
no crying o weeping can escape.
A barren, cold, and dark place
so cold all tears...freeze inside
solidified....
and icy cold.
It rains when angeli cry...
When their beautiful faces
and caring embraces...
fail...and they look to the sky
and down from those clear eyes
blue tears slowly fall.
Staining their beautiful faces dark
and clouding their clear eyes grays....
But wait....
What if the clouds weep for some other reason?
Some sort of....treason?
Against human kind
from one human to another?
o maybe it rains....when a child cries?
Innocent faces stained with tears.
Those who know no sin...
but know Pain all to well
Agony a constant friend...
and an only friend
Those who've been hurt their whole...
Lives, so short...now lost...
Those whose lives have been severed?
Cut so short da others
even if they did it themselves...
is was still the fault of others...
Cruel, cruel others...
those lying, poking, prodding, hurting...
pushing, shoving, slowly killing....
Those long forgotten?
Trying to find something...
so many others take for granted.
A life someone will remember
And all they can do is wish that
someone would care enough to notice
them....for who they are.
Whatever the reason...
The clouds weep so darkly...
so coldly upon us...
they always will and
it's hard to enjoy a sunny day
without a few rainy days.
But when the sun is up...
and the colorful fiori show
Earth's happy smile.
(and I'm not saying don't enjoy it.
On the contrary, enjoy it more)
Let's remember the rainy day
when the dark, heavy clouds
reflected someone's cuore and
the rain was someone's tears
either shed o unshared
either known o hidden.
Remember whom the clouds were weeping for.
Forever and always it will rain
and for every tear a drop of rain
And it does rain...for every crying angel
o Lost spirit
o life cut short.
For those who think they are forgotten
and those who've been hurt.
Maybe sometimes they weep for you
and te may not even know it.
It does rain...
Forever and always.
hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my cuore is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my cuore can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope te understand...
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my cuore is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my cuore can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope te understand...