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Don't Stand in the Rain

By Bruce Clifford

Itís violent in the streets
The chosen ones fall at their feet
When they reconcile this hurried beat
Itís ever so violent in the streets

The monster and cesspool all have a name
Donít stand in the rain a wise man said
Feeding the firestorm of purpose and pain
Donít stand in the rain
Donít stand in the rain

Itís iridescent and in indigo shades
The illuminated silence of the fears and rage
Then we reconcile this backwards jive
Young hopes are dreaming to come out of this alive

The wars that break this emotionless drain
Donít stand in the rain a wise man said
Listening for anyone who could help us refrain
Donít stand in the rain
Donít stand in the rain

Donít stand in the rain
The fire is warm
Get out in a hurry
This is not where we belong

Itís violent all around
The chosen have yet to come around
When they reach for their purpose and their blame
As I told you before donít stand in the rain

©7/19/17 Bruce Clifford


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