Angels in the Trees Crying

It's time again for that sad news. The television's on, and I've got

the blues. War is looming, terror all around. I have young daughters.

This cuts profound and deep. Blowing up buses, killing in the streets.

God, are you listening? This feels like defeat. Pain keeps wounding

over and again. People scream Your name in vain. Blood on the dance floors,

bodies in the square. Innocent lives taken while the world just

stares. The angels in the trees are crying. They know this

isn't your law. The angels in the trees are weeping. They've seen this