Heavens hymns
Angels crying
As if there’s no tomorrow
Reach up to the sky
To feel their gentle touch.
With their peaceful, slender wings
Like pillows floating
Through the pale blue skies
I know that nothing can rain on my parade.
Nightfall hits
As dark as my bloodshot pupils
Hidden inside my worried eyes
Lift me up into the clouds
That hides the bright twinkling stars
As I dream of the crying angels
Like there’s no tomorrow.
I wrote this for my Grade 8 Humanities Class.
(c) E.P.
As if there’s no tomorrow
Reach up to the sky
To feel their gentle touch.
With their peaceful, slender wings
Like pillows floating
Through the pale blue skies
I know that nothing can rain on my parade.
Nightfall hits
As dark as my bloodshot pupils
Hidden inside my worried eyes
Lift me up into the clouds
That hides the bright twinkling stars
As I dream of the crying angels
Like there’s no tomorrow.
I wrote this for my Grade 8 Humanities Class.
(c) E.P.