Heavans Are Crying

Raindrops splattering me
So cold so much sadness
They seem to come from the Heavans
The Seraphs declaring their eternal sadness
I look up convinced I might see the other side
They land on my face like my own tears
And the torture begins
...Raymond...
...Raymond...
Raymond!
Why hurt me so?
The Heavans are crying because of what you have done
I can hear their cries as the rain falls
As if they share my agony
I hope you can hear my heart screaming
In your dreams and in your waking moments with me
I am worse than dead
I am cold and cut off
The Heavans are crying
But washing away the torture
Now tears of joy
I am lifted into their arms
Their hurt abused child
Their angel without her wings





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