The Cry Of Sadness Poem by michael Patrick clarke

Look to the sun,
Hearts on the run,
A man kneels there alone.
Right from the start,
Give him your heart,
With you he shall find a home.
Open up your arms and take him in,
Give him all the Love you have within.
Open up your arms to a fallen angel,
Open up your heart let him know gladness.
Let him drown deep in your eyes,
Let his heart reach for the skies,
Then no more will you hear the cry of sadness.

You start to walk,
You start to talk,
The Angel knows what you miss.
Yet if you knew,
He needs you too,
His fate depends on just one kiss.
Then he does take you in his arms,
And you then know an Angel's charms.
Open up your arms to a fallen Angel,
Open up your heart let him no gladness.
Let him drown deep in your eyes,
Let his heart reach for the skies,
Then no more will you hear the cry of sadness.

With one kiss there is a change,
His body it is re-arranged,
No more is he an Angel of madness.
In his arms you have found a home,
Never more shall you be alone,
And never more shall you hear the cry of sadness.