Angels Don't Cry

Where did all the good folks run off to?
Now all we have are cynics and pessimists…
People who kill our joy with their thoughts,   
Their negativity,
The killjoy,
And now…we live in a world they have wrought.           

So why do we let the killjoys reign?   
And let them ruin the designs of the good?   
For it’s those who are the dreamkillers   
    A child’s hopes, loves and dreams
    Ceased by society
And simple paychecks becomes a filler               

And now our children will cry and weep,   
For their dreams of changing the world have passed on,       
Hopeful ideals of youth so tender                   
    Are now dead and buried,
    Six feet under,
Surrendered to the realism that’s lived for.           

Now Angels in heavenly places,       
Cry and weep for our stubborn, obstinate and hopeless,           
Our once lofty hopes are now nothing,    
    Rotting and ruined
    By our greed,
And now the Angels wail for horror we bring.            

So perhaps this new youth will bring change,   
The circle of broken dreams will perhaps end,           
Laughter and smiles will again fill streets,   
    With filled dreams,
    And loving smiles,
And a better world to live…this world will be.           

Angel, angel—do not cry,
Do not wail for our fate,
And though we can not fly,
It is we that have ended our hopes.

So Angel, angel, please don’t cry,
Perhaps our youth will still dream.
Hope springs from their youthful spirit,
And love and ideals are can be again seen.