• The Taste of Rain

    I look up to the sky
    Something stirring strong in me
    I wait while time goes by and by
    Yet still no change I see

    There's a child down the street
    Tears welling in her eyes
    To her this time is oh so fleet
    She walks away from hope's demise

    There's a boy now down the lane
    With monotonous replies
    Hope of his has too been slain
    His life so dull now with denies

    Yet there are those who will be strong
    They fight on hard through day
    They bear the need to still belong
    Throughout the darkest fray

    All of these with mangled hope
    They'll suffer the same pain
    Though some of them just barely cope
    All others taste the rain