Originally Posted by amonkie

some say raindrops falling are tears
slipping through fingers of angels
do they fall on the world below
to give hope through sweet renewal
or show sad despair for what we are

trapped in a web of our own making
refusal to shake the foundations free
minds lost within this corrupted maze
follow blindly with hands along the wall
no thought to reach for light within

does heaven up there really exist
the final thought on the mind
as our eyes close one last time
the answer lies among those gone
all will know the answer some day
for now I make my heaven on earth