I once was told by a friend
That when I cry the angels take my tears
And place them in a lake in heaven
Is that the Crystal Lake so Sparkling and pure
Perfect year after year
With as many tears as I've cried over the years
I wonder if it's now a river
or is it a magnificent waterfall beyond compare
Cascading down a mountain
Does it nourish the animals or make plants flourish
Make flowers grow
I guess I just won't know tell I get there
My friends next time you cry they just might be Angel tears.