An angelâ??s tear falls from the sky,
An angel so perfect; why must she cry?
Light slowly becoming the dark,
Alone; pain begins to leave its mark
Floral essence fills the air,
Hate is but the lack of care.
Nothing left to appreciate,
Lack of trust; sheâ??s full of hate.
Kindness is the gentle breeze,
But can turn to chaos with much ease.
