Raindrops fall free from the sky like the tears of gods and giants that have long past.
Grieving for a world they would no longer recognise.
May we muster up some emotion or lie deep in gutters created from our own misdeeds.
Bring no man down around your feet,
Your pain is of your own creation and so it shall be.
Tell me ten things today that your grateful for instead of your woes of the world that bore you and took care of you.
No man should be your fool to play like a puppeteer pulling strings.
You think of every next move,
Control is lacking,
So you tighten the strings.
Consequences are the turn side.
You will fall from the skies,
Thrown out of heaven by the very gods that weep for your world.
Your actions speak so loudly that I am deafened.
I will not be,
I can not be,
Your puppet,
Your saviour .
I lye looking into a blue sky
One I created of my own desires.
Gods and giants smile
They know I know.
They leave their home to come sit in meadows.
Together we will have the power to cut the strings.
Puppeteer you will loose your power and your puppets will be left to heal.
Raindrops my friend
Are a message that you must heed.