The
angels cry
The
pouring of grieving tears
The
feeling of pain
The
people fall into the drain
The
angels cry
Telling
us what a day to waste
We
can't see the right and wrong
We
are blinded by the glare of gold
In
the drain
Of
dirty water, debris and smell
We
never know how to fight back
We
are the cows tied to the ropes
The
angels cry
The
pouring of rain
The
dripping of droplets
The
sound of our misery
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