Tangible Soul

The rain falls with the tears of thoses who cry, of those who sare troubled.

And so I  hate the rain.

I hate hearing the cries rumble in thunder clouds,

When I hear, I can feel the cries, feel the pain.

Thump, thump, thump,

The cries of every dying child

Of every battered woman of every innocent man locked up

Of all the hurt

It seems that God scoops up the world’s hurt and lifts it high above our heads

He knows we can’t handle the weight

So he trys to shield us from the hurt

But even clouds get too heavy

And the pain falls yet again

Seeming to have no end in sight

So as logn as the rain falls, as long as

The thunder rumbles,

I hear the cries

I feel the pain