Sunday 4th February 2007...22:06

Won’t Work On Me

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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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