Angels lullaby

Angels are tough,
Not often do they cry,
But when they finally shed their tears they sing a lullaby.

The thunder is their music,
The lightning is their show,
And the raindrops are their tears as they flow and flow.

They cry for the good, who so deserve to fly,
They cry for the bad for they are so blind.
So when it starts to pour,
Just remember its the Angels tears that fall.
Look to the sky and listen to their lullaby.

The thunder is their music,
The lightning is their show,
And the raindrops are their tears as the flow and flow.