The soft teardrops fall,
They are landing on my face,
They are the taste of sadness,
The sadness of her life.

The soft white feathers float,
And land on my body,
They are the sign of happiness,
Drawing to an end.

The glow it starts to dim,
And leaves me in cold darkness,
Its the sign theres nothing left to do,
The sign that hope is lost.

The angel once floating on joy,
Is nearing ground level,
The pain it is too heavy,
A burden on her soul.

The slumped heap on the floor,
The once beautiful angel,
Lies helpless on the floor,
Unable to fight the tears.

Lying on the feathers,
Tasting the soft tears,
I suddenly realise,
That even angels,
Cant fight their tears.