Salty rain is falling from
these granate-centered stones.
Another heart is tearing
and it's already been broken twice.

I'm left to walk upon this dirty
street of sinful runs.
I sit on the beach left
broken and alone without my Love.

Summer quickly turns to fall
as being lazy becomes a test.
Another life will fall behind
as one will rise above the rest.

Fifty men will lose their lives,
never again to be heard or seen.
Another nation will excite and rejoice
over the birth of its new-born king.

In a perfect world,
you can walk in and always feel invited.
But then if really is real
then why is it always unrequited?

I am sick of only being able to watch
a child's abnormality being taunted.
How come we never get up to
meet those needs we wanted?

And finally, just an observation:

If summer rain can fall
without being broken as it moves by..
but then falls to bring life or death to grow..
Then I suppose that I've just come to realize
that the beauty of summer rain always
lies.
 
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