Weeping for a World so sad,
Saturated with fear and hate,
He looks down from crimson clouds
In a grief stricken state;
Contemplating faces in shrouds,
Hearts intentions unfurled.

Oh Heavenly realm of peace
Your myriad sons sweetly smile
Where harmony and unity dwells,
Strengthening all the while;
Love, the force that impels
Pure actions with rich increase.

Gabriel reflects about his abode
Where no pain or bitter tear
Ever occurred in his life,
And feels so sad, it’s truly clear
It stabs him like a knife,
As he sees a World slowly corrode.