Like the rain I was born to fall,
Down to the earth to rise,
And someday to return.
I greet the sky with green fingers.
And hold the sun’s hand.
Her touch is like breathing to me,
It keeps me alive,
And in return I keep you too.
As I drift to the grave I leave my kids in my place,
Where they will grow,
And hold the sun’s hand as I did long ago.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
Like the rain I was born to fall,
Down to the earth to rise,
And someday to return.
I greet the sky with green fingers.
And hold the sun’s hand.
Her touch is like breathing to me,
It keeps me alive,
And in return I keep you too.
As I drift to the grave I leave my kids in my place,
Where they will grow,
And hold the sun’s hand as I did long ago.
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