Cesc came home one day
A warm evening on a Friday
He took a step through the door,
And met with torn papers on the floor
He heard faint cries in the distance
Following them he found his lover,
Tear stained face and shoulder shaking.
With a sinking feeling, he rushed over
"Darling what's wrong?"
He asked so worriedly
Taking her into his arms
And wiping her tears gently
"Why is your work scattered and ripped
I've never seen you this way before
And I can see your hands are trembling
But what they trembling for?"
"I've been staring at these blank pages
For what seems like days
The words used to come so easily
Now the yard became so fazed
I've been rejected by another editor
I guess I'm not as good as I thought I was
Hush me darling, maybe I've lost my touch
Maybe I've lost my guts
There, is that truth enough?
What a pitiful writer I am,
One who can't seem to write at all
My style is bleak, my words are flat,
And I guess my talent took a fall"
"Hey now" he said gently
"The heaviness in your eyes is enough
Darling just use a little patience
I know how much it can be tough
You have what it takes, never doubt it
No matter where you stand
Or what you do, the world
Is in the palm of your hand
It's alright baby, you got lost on the way
But you're an angel and angels shouldn't cry
Don't worry, you'll find your calling someday
You're an angel and angels should fly"