The
crying in the rain
The
falling tears of our sins
Every
time when the sky turns dark
The
rain of strokes of angels tears
The
rain we think bring hope
On
a day of hot and dry land
It
nourishes the ground to light up
The
green and water in streams and hills
Though
we don't think far ahead
We
think it is our rights to receive
Not
knowing fully we are on transit
On
a land God give us the shelter
The
light in our minds
It
is ours to bring to ourselves
We
have a choice to make the difference
Sadly
many are way down the slippery rope
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