Way up high. Angels see us. Being stupid. And cry.
Way up high. Upper than the sky.
Angels wonder why.
Way up. From where we live. Angels look at us. And grieve.
Way up. Way upper from where we live.
Angels shake their heads.
In disbelief.
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I feel full of sorrow after reading this, have we really become so awful that we will disappoint even the angels? Perhaps there are enough of us with kindness, compassion and caring, that on some days the angels smile upon us. I think there must be at least one angel that smiles down upon you, and hopes to see you smiling back.
I am sure there are many people Angels watch with a smile. I am certain, they smile upon you! But by and large, when it is about us, as a group of very, very many … my, my, my … Still, we won’t give up, will we? Na!