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   Passing days,passing hours,passing seconds,

Like drops of rain falling on  earth,helpless and weak

watching my life fall down,down pass me,down below me to my feet

as I do nothing,let the drops fall as they should let the winds of society change their direction as they wish,

just like each one of us,just like every one of us,

breathing for the sake of it,just like machines ,living a life without meaning,

watching as our lives pour down,pour down like the rain,



sick of the feeling in my gut,sick of this cribbing world,

wanting to stretch my hand and feel this world coming to life,

feel every drop of rain giving birth to a new hope,

feeding the roots of a thought,a new way of looking at life ,a new beginning

smiling,not because of the joy within,but because of the joy I can give,to a new life,to a new hope,to a new rain.



Getting wet,feelin every drop fall on my body,runnin down it like a hand of hope soothing my body,

So wake up,wake up now and get wet,till there is hope in the world,and strength in the hearts of men,

because maybe this rain might die out,the next minute