Let It Fall

The night ran melancholic and dry,
And the morning came gay and sudden.
The first rays of the sun blur my eyes,
Just freed from the dark spell of the night.
Far away, the horizon's burning,
As the wind rocks some falling leaves.
I'm thinking that somewhere, somehow,
A poor child's longing for the rain.
Nothing but the shadow of a body,
Not a single memory of good care.
A life long prisoner of misery,
Pulling from behind a dusty broken toy.
I can hear him crying,
All those tears and whining.
Oh! I can feel his pain,
While he longs for the rain.
God let it fall, let it fall.
Please hear the child's call.
I can hear him sighing.
I can see him dying.
I can feel his pain,
As he begs for the precious rain.
God let it fall, let it fall.
Please hear the child's call.

                                                                                                                        Evings Pierre

               
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