Raindrops © Donna Rae Lands
Raindrops like salty tears overflow…
Clear as clear-ever fast yet ever slow…
The raindrops fall upon the broken baby-doll…
Rain and pain wakes her up…
She drinks from his challis cup…
Raindrops like salty tears overflow…
They never stop warming her abiding soul…
Clear as clear-ever fast yet ever slow…
Raiding the places and spaces of midnight halls…
The raindrops fall upon the broken baby-doll…
No one cares nor even shares her mourning song…
Rain and pain wakes her up…
Fat fails and cat tails upon the rocky road…
Watch out for whatever fears you are told…
They never stop warming her abiding soul…
The game of stall sold by the losers of them all…
Raiding the places and spaces of midnight halls…
She finds her tears inside the cures amongst the waves…
No one cares or even shares her morning song…
Raindrops like salty tears overflow…
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