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Angels Weep: The Tragic Truth of Parental Failure

Angel’s Weep is a haunting post-grunge ballad born from raw emotion, heartbreak, and the shadows of innocence lost. This original track blends achingly soft verses with powerful, soaring choruses, creating a cinematic rock experience that hits the soul. With poetic lyrics, whispered bridges, and explosive climaxes, Angel’s Weep takes listeners on a journey through grief, resilience, and remembrance. The song carries a dark yet healing energy, perfect for fans of emotional rock ballads, post-grunge anthems, and cinematic alternative music. 🎵 This song was created with the help of Suno AI, Hailuo AI, Canva, and ChatGPT — transforming my original poetry into a full AI-assisted music video. Every lyric, loop, and visual was crafted with care to tell a story that lingers long after the last note. Lyrics: You were the dawn that never came A candle lost before the flame The hands that should have built your dreams Let go too soon, tore at the seams And angels weep where shadows fall The echoes answer every call Your lullaby turned to a mournful hum Your bedtime song—forever undone The heart that should have been your shield Became the storm you couldn’t heal The cradle sways, but you’re not there Only the whisper of empty air The light you carried still remains But it’s trapped behind these iron chains And angels weep where shadows fall The echoes answer every call Your lullaby turned to a mournful hum Your bedtime song—forever undone The heart that should have been your shield Became the storm you couldn’t heal In the night, the stars still keep your name They burn for you, they’ll burn the same And though the dark has had its say The light will rise, it finds a way Your lullaby turned to a mournful hum Your bedtime song—forever undone The heart that should have been your shield Became the storm you couldn’t heal You were the dawn that never came But the sky still speaks your name Adapted from my poem: Your life was cut short By the same hands that rocked your cradle. Hands that should have held you safe, Became the hands that sealed your fate. Little angels walk this path, Past broken dreams and shattered glass. No more laughter, no more light, Just hollow prayers in the endless night. Why, oh why, does evil walk? Why, oh why, does evil talk? Why are monsters given breath, Allowed to dance with life, When they only dance with death? Your lullaby became a death chant, Your bedtime story—emptied of words. The womb that cradled your fragile spark Extinguished it in the dark. And now the dirt is your blanket, The moon your only lamp. We weep for the life you never lived, And curse the blood that bore you. 8/2025 T. Wright © All rights reserved | Serenity's Soul Music