God's most precious view.

Winter wore her face as if the season was endured with pain,
Her salty tears resembled fears
Amidst the heavens rain,

The rain came down in solidarity down her cheek to mingle well
As she spoke of him in sorrow 
A life fortold where Angel dwell

Heaven was then bound for glory
His eyes of blue had closed to sleep, and winter wore her sorrows too, because they were skin deep

Eternal love and Angel wings, the season met with sad days end, she lost a lover there beside,  and a tender friend, 

Those days of old the rain and storm, could douse the light of heavens true, but called the flames within their hearts, God's most precious view.