The Heavenly eyes look down at Earth,
remembering how God gave it birth,
celestial beings can’t believe
we disregard what we receive.
They see how wickedness so easily defies
the good in man, and tears fall from the Heavenly eyes.
 
When angels weep, or so I’m told,
the world turns gray, the wind blows cold,
the tumbling clouds throw down their rain,
the rumbling thunder shouts its pain.
But still, their ever-faithful vigil o’er us keep
while we are unaware of times when angels weep.