Guardian Angel

The rain sprints down,
drenching surfaces
of love which seemed so lost,
triumphant sounds of a Guardian Angel
healing wounds of teary souls,
mourning human emotions into the
pictures of hopeful recollections.  
 
Through the  pain you will find heaven.
Through the tears you will find new hope.

Let those memories live vivaciously within
you're being ,
let Decembers coldness turn into stars,
glowing her precious memories
into all our crystallized hearts.

Through the pain you will find heaven.
Trough the tears you will find new hope.  
Through fields of dusty roads we will remember her name.