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I stare up at the sky,
A tear from heaven falls.
I wonder if it's for me...
If it is, a tear is wasted.

I don't like people to feel sorry,
Espicially for me.
What's the point,
I'll cry again and again.

Another tear...
It lands right next to mine.
I think its a tear from my father...
No way to hear him...

Is he an angel?
Is he trying to help the daughter he left?
Is he really there?
Or am I just dreaming again?

I want to know if it's a tear for me.
Another falls,
Right in front of me...

I look down at the ground...
It is my dad,
He wants to help me.
I touch the ground...

Now there's more tears,
More angels to cry...
To cry for me...
How can that be?

People really do care about me...
I stand and wipe my tears.
It's no use wasting them here...
I won't waste them anymore.
They're my tears to cry,
For what I want...

As the angels cry,
I run home...
I will always remember the angels crying for me...
I'll never let this picture leave my mind...
It's mine to keep.

I watch my father's tears fall to the ground.
I heard him...
I smile,
I'll do my best! I scream into the sky...
I found my chance in this empty world.
It's right in my hand...