Unholy Angels

Bearing the pain like a glacier cutting

Across the surface of the earth

She never took her eyes from his face

And oh how she wanted to cry!

Oh how she wanted to cry!

Two little boys at attention by her side

Watching the truck drive away

Unholy angels, invisible wind, cold

Gathered them in their arms

And she tried hard not to cry!

Nothing, nothing, not a thing

Like the hot sands of the Sahara now

She had nothing, nothing to give

And he took what he wanted

And Oh! How she wanted to cry out

and scream in his goddamned face!

As she held her knife in her hand,

Something, she had to feel something,

The cut was long and deep on her arm

And she watched the blood flow from his face

A tear rolled down, she felt it on her cheek

And she cried as his spirit fled with the wind

A single unholy angel whispered in her ear

“Cry my sweet love, cry, my sweet love”

“Cry my sweet love, cry, cry, cry,”

“Cry my sweet love, cry, my sweet love”

“Cry my sweet love, cry, cry, cry.”

Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry…

Two little boys ran into the night.

Away from pain

Straight into the pain

© 2007 Dayvid Graybill