I Hear Angels Singing

I hear angels singing,

Things are not the same.

You would say,

“Why do they never smile”?

So what are the games     

Never played?

Games never won.

I hear the angels singing,

The time has now begun.

And I am sad

For you.

I am only sad,

For you,

Because my questions

Have never been answered.

But the truth is I always see

Though blind I am.

That is my choice.

Either way,

Would I have been free?

Talk to me,

I will not beat you

And throw you to the cold.

I am listening to angels

Yet they seem to have grown old.

Why?

Is this because Death steals them away?

Is this because sadness stains their eyes with tears?

What is going on?

I have always only wanted to know.

Author's Note

Artwork: MC Graham