They say "He is a Healer -
He'll dry all bitter tears.
He died for us, and on the cross
His life He gave, no fear".
I lost my faith when I was young.
I did believe in angels.
My mother said it's fantasy,
no waste of time for them.
My heart in pain and faith is spoilled,
and angels cannot hear.
This Earth was cruel to the child,
my voice had disappeared.
No time is lost when angels fly
and carry stars in hands.
One angel with a friendly smile said -
"Hope is not in vain".
He kindly tried to sooth my soul
and gave me heart of gold.
I tired to catch his words and sounds
to sing a merry song.
And faith is born, though I grow old -
my child inside believes-
when angels fly, we never die,
and Time can always heal...
Angels, Tears, Hope
© Copyright: Анастасия Гирш, 2010
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