Rain clouds of pain,
Tears of rain;
hear the cries
of seperate lives.
Hoping the day they find
what becomes of those who loose their mind.
Warnings may spread for the world's
regret,
but what breathes,
and cries, and receives the
love of all his people...
Is the one who laughs at simple things,
and endures the world's wonderful rings;
of love, joy, sin, and sorrow.
Yet they still stand,
counting on tomarrow.
