Upon my walk through the cold and windy mountain pass, Well worn by generations whom had already tread this high and lonely spot, I chanced upon an angel who wept with tears of ice. Each tear shattered on the stony ground into a hundred shards of glass. I picked up a piece and saw within the face of a young woman with sad and soulful eyes. I turned the fragment and another of its facets caught the sun. Within that light I saw this same girl, body torn and bled, soldiers grinning in delight. Another icy tear caught my eye and within its glassy mirrored sight I saw a child's smooth and eerie face. Yet deep within another cleft of light -- children piled in a pit, limbs pointing stiff up to the sky. I picked up one more shard and saw a face that seemed I once had known. With trembling hands I put it down, And then asked this angel simply: "Why?" It shook its head and answered in a soft voice That rippled to Infinity, "I do not know." I went my way to find another time and place And as I looked back I saw my Angel Standing in Eternity shedding its cold and frozen tears.
