A soft rap a tap tap of silver rain
cascading from a charcoal sky
keeping time with the sorrow of
the tears rolling from your eyesLay your head on my shoulder
I’ll hold you til the morning light
maybe dawn will find your smile
but now it’s okay to cry tonightThe death of love is never kind
and you’ve lost something dear
yet worry not I’ll hold you close
until you’ve cried that final tear
Pick yourself up
reach for the stars
treat your scars
by reaching for the stars.
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Think on other things
like homelessness and hunger.
Think on things that make you wonder.
Put your mind asunder.
Pick yourself up
reach for the stars
treat your scars
by reaching for the stars.
Wipe the tears from your eyes.
Look at the clouds in the sky
and wonder why
there are people who need clean water to drink.
They don’t even have a sink.
Their clothes are worn and tattered.
Their family is scattered
searching for a way to make life better.
Pick yourself up
reach for the stars
treat your scars
by reaching for the stars.
Wipe the tears from their eyes
by treating their thirst and hunger.
Look at the clouds in the sky
and wonder why
you don’t hear their cry.
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