If you take all the rain that I’ve made
And let it just all drop away
Walking to see all the damp concrete
The wind flowing through the tall trees
Was it all a mistake?
Could it die just the same?
If I couldn’t every hand that grasped it
Fell past their fingers in silence
There wouldn’t be enough in all of sadness
The one up above would cry in pain
All of the people know why it rains
Unknown auroras kindle the air
Humanity falling down a flight of stairs
At the end of the tunnel is a man with a gun standing still
The motive to slaughter the world, he takes the action on himself
Could history of violence not be told today?
Would someone ever tell me that maybe it’ll be okay?
Written by: Caitlin Lambert