Tell me, do angels cry for you,
In dark cold nights, when you feel blue?
Do silver tears fall from their eyes,
Like gentle rain from starlit skies?

Do they reach out with unseen hands,
To catch the sorrow where it lands?
Or hum a tune so soft, so light,
To wrap you in their warmth at night?

Do they kneel beside your weary soul,
Mending pieces, making whole?
Or simply watch with silent grace,
A love unspoken on their face?

Tell me, do angels feel your pain,
And whisper, “You will rise again”?