Angels Cry Lyrics Novels & Stories

The man was talking, but the sound of gun firing made him scream in pain, falling down in his own pool of blood. “Alex, Alex, please stay with me” Was the angel crying? Do angels cry?. I continued to ask myself as my eyelids began to close. I was so tired. So weak. I just need a little sleep. “Alex please, it's me, it's…” That was the last words I heard from my crying angel before I welcomed the much needed darkness that consumed me.

~when tomorrow starts without me~ ~And I'm not here to see~ ~If the sun rises and finds your eyes~ ~All filled with tears for me~ ~I wish you wouldn't cry~ ~The way you did today~ ~While thinking of many things~ ~We did not get to say~ ~i know how much you love me~ ~As much as I love you~ ~Each time that you think of me~ ~I know you will miss me too~ ~When the day starts without me~ ~Please try to understand ~That an angel came and called my name. ~And took me by hand, in the heaven far above~ ~And that I would have to leave behind, all those i dearly loved ~But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. ~I know you gonna feel sad, but when tomorrow starts without me ~ ~Do

Tate scowled at me, her cheeks turning a little red. But I had to keep singing because this is what I was breathing for. “The changes in me are like the changes in the weather. A cloud at its best." And then I pulled myself to my feet and grabbed her hand to sing the next part together: "Angels are lifting me up. Are you with me? I'm holding on to you like I'm holding on to those white balloons."

It was not just a gift; it was a reflection of how deeply I mattered to him. At that moment, I felt special. He thought of me. He saw me. He made the effort. He began to play a verse of “Angel by the Wings” by Sia, and though he didn’t speak, I understood his silent request. With eager hands, I lifted the violin from its stand and tightened the bow. Then I tuned the instrument and positioned it against my collarbone, resting it against my jaw. When Nicholas struck the chorus, I joined him. Everything else faded away. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the music. Each note became a shared confession, a language of its own, expressing what words often failed to convey.

The drive to Angels was relatively peaceful, no traffic around for miles, just wide empty roads as I blast the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks over my car's speakers. “I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. Don’t even know what we’re fighting for” I sing not caring who heard me as I really liked the song and felt like it resonated with me especially with how things turned out back home. Drumming my fingers I continue to sing to the music as I slowly make my way towards Angels, eventually pulling up towards a huge building. Once there I quickly move to park my car before turning off the engine and heading inside.

Out loud, I just nodded. “Well,” I said calmly, “good luck with that.” She gave me a tired smile. “Thanks for the support.” “Don’t get used to it.” I slipped out before she could ask anything else. Dirty Angels was already alive when I arrived. Music thumped through the walls, lights pulsed across the crowd, and the usual collection of beautiful people had gathered to drink, flirt, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. The whole glamorous circus was out to play.

The hollow click rang out, and both boys flinched so hard it looked like they’d been hit. Scott let out a mocking laugh. “Jesus Christ, listen to you two. You want to be Made someday? Man the fuck up. You’re whining over what? A few good nights? You had your fun, and now you’re crying because it’s over. Get over it.” Angelo’s sobs were uncontrollable, his face pale as he turned toward me, his wide, tear-filled eyes pleading. He shook his head violently, his lips moving silently. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.”

I know you, more than you think and I love you so much. Chiara could tell by her looks that Elvera was on the edge of tears. She had no idea about how to deal with her mum crying and she wanted to escape. "This is tiring, I have to go." Chiara said and headed for the door. "Arrivederci, Mama." (Goodbye, Mum.) She said and opened the door. She had no idea what her mother meant, but she knew that Elvera was ignorant about certain aspects of her life. *******

*** “Angels have brought to us this song of love, I try to sing to soothe her pain. If we lose these words someday, If we lose this love someday, I promise to love you all over again.” *** I sang with the hum. Those words came to me like fate. I don’t know what they meant. I wasn’t even in the right mind to comprehend their meaning, but maybe they reached Zeve. The storm eventually calmed down as I kept humming the tune. Zeve’s aura pacified, and its harshness turned into cold solace. My heart was pounding as badly as her in my chest. Breathing heavily, we hugged each other tightly. She was scared and so was I.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.