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When every little raindrop falls,
A second has to die.
And when that sorrowful second dies,
A question passes by.
And when that question passes by
And answers left unsaid.
And when that answers left unsaid
A life is lost and dead.
Buried deep and long forgotten,
In the dirt of all humanity.
Long lost and hidden away,
From any lasting sanity.
Only to be asked again,
In further generations son.
Treading deep in the minds of youths,
Whose lives have just begun.
Crying out in misery and pain,
To find an explanation
But just when they find it they realize
That life has an expiration.
And when that expiration comes
The search begins again.
Still to haunt and linger
Through the imperfect hearts of men.
Always to forever puzzle
The thoughts of all the wise.
And kept deeply protected within
The unknowns eyes.
The eyes that sit and watch the rain
Fall down from the shy for hours.
Hours built from the seconds that shower
This hateful world of ours.
Though it is now invisible
To this civilization we have come to despise
Cause to the fact that we now fight
For a right made by mortal lies.
And though we work together
Our efforts still will die.
Even though all there is to find
Is the answer to the question:
Why?
 Revenant~Soul · Thu Apr 27, 2006 @ 12:17am · 2 Comments |
