How can there be anything to comfort this undying sin?
When all I know is pain and suffering?
Who will hold this hand and heart?
When no one understands my part!
Who will bring me smiles?
When I'm faced with so many trials!
Who will take away this sorrow?
For every tomorrow!
Who will pick me up from the floor?
Showing me the correct door!
How will the rain pass?
Who will make me laugh?
Who will rid me of my night?
Showing me a holy light
Who will catch me when I fall?
Showing me love's law
My Angel's gone away
The true title of this poem is "Questions of pain for the Angel gone away." I wrote this after Liz and I broke up.