Each one falling to their fate
Raindrops drop rising with a glisten
Holding the the shine of
The eyes of innocent children
Bombs drop
People go
With every raindrop comes a cry or blow
The shine of them against the window
Speak to me as wise men would
They tell me to make peace
If I could
Sunny days is the goal
Some fall to nourish new life
Some fall to hit pavement
Joining the puddle of sorrow
More rain drops to come not go
As they fall so slowly
I hear the cries from all there homes
Each one screaming out one word
Peace peace
To come not to go
i hope you like it
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