Trembling knees and shaky hands she struggles to close her eyes,
folds her hands and bows her head knowing the lord will hear her cries

Upon her face, throughout her prayer, a teardrop falling down.
Speaking softly, so sincere,her teardrop hits the ground

To rise above the earth and listen, is to hear the sound of rain.
The sound of teardrops falling down, the sounds of stress and pain.

The storm subsides to the only one, the earth within his palm.
Hearing the cries of all his angels, the lord brings forth the calm.

Though the storm has met an end, the ground is not yet dry.
The teardrops slowly fade away, rising upwards towards the sky.

The ones who weep for you, are the ones who truly care.
They may not come forth crying, but just know they're always there.

Prayers aren't always answered in the order they're received,
but the lord will calm the storm of all the teardrops they have grieved.

Every now and then, someone's there to whipe your tears.
An angel shows his face, and chords a melody over fears.

Spreads his wings and embraces you, to bring about the warm.
Bows his head and prays for you, to bring about the storm.