Rain, falling, and dripping and thundering down,
Pushing and shoving we hurry through town,
Curled up in his jacket he sits, its so sad,
What could he ever have done that’s so bad?
Coursing down windows and rushing through drains,
Yet deep in her heart still the sadness remains,
Crying for something she can't know nor explain,
Why cant they realise, inside we're the same?
Crying for Death's great adventure, too soon,
Visits some, yet others must stay in this gloom,
Straining and toiling against all this life’s care,
Until in their coffins they're laid, still and bare.
Not in her mind, but her heart understands,
The selfishness, greed that prevails through the land,
Why must we all live to argue and hate?
Until, with out deaths, comes the sealing of fate.
Cries for the difference that she'll never make,
For a world that’s too big, for the risks left to take,
she wants to help, but a voice deep inside,
Whispers, "You'll be the one needing help to survive."
The rain, like her tears, it floods and it calms,
She thinks of the friends she'd like to hold in her arms,
Their sorrows they pain her - she has none of her own,
Yet she cries in her room - dejected, alone.
Why does she lie here and cry all these tears?
The answer she finds after so many years,
The world was the reason she sat and she cried,
The injustice, the cruelty, the turmoil inside.
