Desolation exists
Our lives are not plain
Fight fire with fists
Don't wait for the rain
So ignore all the burning
To feel once again
And evil is turning
Our laughter insane
Our silence is crying
Out to the world
Inside somethings dying
And somethings unfurled
A lackluster passion
A memory in vein
A love that's now crashing
I wait for the rain
Chris Townsend
1998
