Thunder rumbled in the sky,
Heartsick heaven now starts to cry,
Tears of sorrow have reached the earth,
To breaths of life have they given birth.
Its blasphemy to make an angel cry,
They tear for the one's that died,
To those that had taken their own lives,
That suffered cuts and wounds made by lies.
Weapons don't hurt people,
We hurt ourselves,
Something humans don't understand,
Till they experience the fires in hell.
Its too late by then,
Tears and blood have gone to waste,
Memories and memorials are all that remains.
Statues of angels forever in mourning,
Celtic stone crosses buried in the ground,
Dead roses and such blow away with the wind,
In the bones of broken promises are we then bound.
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