the sky is crying

The sky is crying

The tears fall every evening

It washes away the misery and pain

Listening to the back door rain

The roar of the BMW, MB, Lexus

The long lies in Serena, Vellfire, Honda

Along in support by Myvi, X70, Toyota

They gather in the glittering shine

The drivers wait for the wagon train

They hear it long ago in March

The old gold mine is opening up again

They smile or grin; eyes full of gold

The sky is crying

The bad have returned

They want to play game

The kind they know it well

The digging of gold

The mother-lode of it

They salivate in their minds

They can't forget

But the sky is crying

The water rising quickly

The crooks don't see it coming

They are tuned to the mother-lode

The sky is crying

The shine isn't coming

Karma has to work it through

Put a stop; change course