|
|
Gently falling rain
Listen to the pitter-patter
It is a day of pain
Oh what do I matter?
Once every year
Just around this time
No one will ever hear
The storm behind this rhyme
It was not too long ago
When we were all as one
But as the night began to grow
Not one was left at the dawn
We must all live and die
I know how the story goes
But why tell me why
Nobody there rose?!
It is one story of many
And this is my recollection
Of pain and storm mais oui
And the ever burning connexion
par Sām
Š2001