I lay in bed listening,
Listening to the rain
Falling from the heavens,
Cleansing our world,
Washing away our hurt and sorrow
And lining the Earth in a new coat of love,
Where pain and suffering
Are prevented from bursting its protection.
Or is it falling in shivering sorrow,
Weeping for a world gone mad,
Crying for the shame and hate,
Flowing through the world.
A place of terror
A place where love has failed,
Trying to wash away the blood
That man is pouring on this Earth.
One day the rain will fall for peace,
And our world will once more
Be a place where we will all
Make love, Not war!