Where

Not done---- I started it of as a quote..but I'd like to put it as a poem someday..
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Where do angels hide when it starts to rain?
What do angels do when they're put under pain?
Do they fly away, and ignore all the faults?
Or do they stay and put it through,
and cry at all the haults?

It's really a wonder,
how God fit all of us in this world.
We've got the good the bad,
and the thousand slu.tty girls.

Out of all these different faces,
the angels tend to hide.
They sit around waiting,
to see who spots the light inside.

But we can't control the weather,
nor can we do fate.
Only God controls the sun,
and some angels get too late.

So when the thunder roars in the skies,
and when the clouds dissapear.
When the rain falls in front of your eyes,
don't the angels have fear?

There's nowhere to run,
and there's nowhere to hide...
Do they stand and soak up the rain?
I can't see the sun,
the rain's intensified,
I'm starting to feel their pain.

Wings that look like a thousand of birds,
Drip underneath the sky.
How do they carry such a big burden,
how and why?

Trapped down here,
it must be their own form of hell.
So much despise between everyone,
they hatred you can basically smell.

Where do angels hide when it starts to rain?
What do angels do when they're put under pain?
Do they fly away, and ignore all the faults?
Or do they stay and put it through,
and cry at all the haults?