A thousand souls on a thousand places
Are born and die every day
It's not my place to ever question
Who will leave and who will stay

I approach him with apprehension
Slowly, though I've waited for years
I kneel and take his head in my hands
I'm an angel, the Angel of Tears

I have nothing to do with the reasons
I am not the one to fill holes
I do not provide explainations
I'm just collecting their souls

He gasps, tries to focus his eyes
What he sees is the ultimate thief
I turn my face upwards and cry
I'm an angel, the Angel of Grief

I come, leave a body behind
I move on when my work is done
I never forget any of them
And I miss every single one

I close his eyes, press on his chest
To force him to draw his last breath
My heart is breaking for all of them
I'm an angel, the Angel of Death

15/11 2004