Life has thrown another tumble,
Leave me alone,
I do not wish to know anymore
How can you call yourself my sister?
I never should have blamed her for her parents' mistakes,
I only burdened her with more than she can take,
Poor little angel, what more has life in store for you
Then everything that is happening now and at present.
I cannot be there,
I'm sorry; I know you need me now,
More than anytime before,
But I promised myself, in a sight of anger,
That I shall not speak to you for a month,
I wish your life will be happy just for once,
And not be the quiet clouds before the storm,
God, I ask you this question,
Are not all the things you've done to her enough to erase all sins.
I watch helplessly in the sidewalk,
I cannot interfere this time,
I see her drowning in sorrow,
No one reaches to help her this time.
She cries as she desperately clings to hope,
She asks people to talk to her,
Maybe they'll give her the value she lost,
But alas, all turn her down,
I see she's struggling to hold on,
But life just keeps bringing her down.
I have not a soul that suffered more than her,
The homeless are more blessed then she is,
The beggars are richer than her,
Even the scum of life are happier than her.
She tries to get out of the sorrow well,
Only to get pulled into it again,
Her life, what can you call it,
But even the misfortunates are more fortunate then she is.
Shall I tell her about her parents?
Shall I make her more miserable then she already is,
To tell her than the two she most loved,
Are buying her love to see who she cares for the most.
Or should I tell her about my farm,
About how there is nothing left from it?
All because of her father,
Wrecking everything father did.
Why do angel's always suffer?
Why can't you god, for once, give her peace?
Has she made that big of a sin?
That she must pay for it eternally.
She tells me about her problems,
Desperate to find a shoulder to cry on,
Yet to all those she reaches out to,
None was kind enough to hold her hands.
And you ask me why do angels have to suffer?
Maybe it's just her fate,
An eternity of misery,
Never to find peace nor inner love.
She walks the earth confused,
She knows something is wrong,
But she cannot locate it,
Shall I tell her the news?
Or shall I keep it a secret?
