Tears of Rain
When the sky is falling, the tears are like rain, rolling down through the mountains, taking away the pain, flooding the rivers, rising up to the sea, never asking forgiveness, running wild and free.
School bells are ringing, and the saints come marching in, the young and the innocent, have been let down again, their guardian angels, call out there names, the skies will be open, here comes the rain.
The sky is clearing, it’s a brand new day, no more pain or sorrow, they have found their way, from the highest mountains, through the rivers they flow, out to the oceans, to the heavens they go.
So cry me a river, take away the pain, in hope that tomorrow, the sun will shine again.