When angels cry
Out in the far west,
Lies the city's biggest cemetary Waikumate,
In the adult section,
Lies a grave without a head stone.
The Angels cry.
For sixteen years,
Nobody has come to place flowers,
The loved ones of nearby graves notice this,
They made it a point to place some flowers.
The Angels cry.
Why is this so?
Why the desertion?
The loved ones of nearby graves wonder why?
They say a prayer for the soul of the person buried there.
The Angels cry.
One winter morning,
A woman came with a bunch of white Cala lilies.
She kneels and cries at the grave.
One of the loved ones of nearby graves witness the tragic sight.
The Angels cry.
I have been abroad,
For sixteen years, I mourn for my little baby.
I couldn't come to his grave.
The loved one of nearby graves said, "Hon, we have been placing flowers for you."
The Angels cry.
I have to go again.
Thank you for taking care of my baby.
I have no money to give him a head stone.
But he is forever in my heart.
The Angels cry.
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