Sweet angel of the morning why do you hang your head and cry?
Have you been hurt by some foolish words of demand, or have you
thought of life the way it could of been and never will be!!
Have you given up again on love or just backed away for a time to
stop the hurt of love; or just got fed up, with the way it has to be, when
commitment plays it's role.
Have you notice the temperament of heart, it has a story, it tells
so much and means so little, when eyes fill again with tears, only
now can one stand tall saying: 'it's the way it is'.
No more laughter fills the hungry soul, it hangs softly touching
a branch ready to fall from it's trunk, now what does one do with
a love, you wanted and found to be only a loss soul, hanging
unto the branch ready to leave the trunk of life.
Feeling hurt, love lost, careful thoughts and deeds now playing
ground, never turning back the yesterdays, those days have
left, now new days have entered, unaware of hurt that had to be
for in loving, did you learn it was never meant to be, it was never
meant for you.
Sweet angel of the morning, close your eyes, don't sit and shed
another tear, they were tears shed, but no more, just understanding
foolishness will never enter, it is far to late to live in a dream that
cost you much regrets.
