The Angel...

A misplaced motive, a deserted night,
The angel fell asleep, and outside the windows rain,
The angel is tired of pulling everyone,
Only the past we do not return anyone ...
The angel folded his wings and took off the responsibility,
Who would have raised the angel for himself ?!
The angel dreams a dream, as if dreams come true,
As if people everywhere have become better, simple,
And the rain ended with broken hearts,
The unspoken words, the returned rings ...
Only then a thunder came and a thunder-storm flashed,
The angel shuddered, afraid, and a tear rolled down.
The hand of help he stretched out into the void,
And over the abyss of darkness the angel again took a step ...