Your distant tears fall upon the plain
As they should
Tribesmen take it as the rain
As you would
Your cries nourish the Earth
But they won’t work on me
Your call from continents and beyond
Whistles round
Town-folk say they believe it’s the wind
By its sound
Your pleas frighten the world
But they won’t work on me
Your rage and anger trembles the ground
Send mountains tumbling, waves swirl around
Storms gather and meet upon the sea
But they won’t work on me
Your certain something lightens up the skies
Through the cloud
A gentle glisten, a power behind your eyes
Make me proud
But for every time you involve the world
They won’t work on me
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Wednesday 14th February 2007 at 01:30
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