Look up, do you remember the last time it rained
I do, every drop and every rainbow
I felt the storm the way you feel the wind
When the guitar faded out and the violin began
I laughed and I cried to the new beginning of time
I need to be more than my generation
I can’t leave my hands in theirs and believe it’ll be okay
I need to help, to feel, to dream, to do
because time heals all wounds and rain heals all pain
so forgive me for never listening
forgive me for listening to much
forgive them for they are blinded by the brightly lit screens
to those who feel the rain
to those who feel the beat
to those who feel the space
be more than faces
be humans
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
Look up, do you remember the last time it rained
I do, every drop and every rainbow
I felt the storm the way you feel the wind
When the guitar faded out and the violin began
I laughed and I cried to the new beginning of time
I need to be more than my generation
I can’t leave my hands in theirs and believe it’ll be okay
I need to help, to feel, to dream, to do
because time heals all wounds and rain heals all pain
so forgive me for never listening
forgive me for listening to much
forgive them for they are blinded by the brightly lit screens
to those who feel the rain
to those who feel the beat
to those who feel the space
be more than faces
be humans
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