Tears are for healing,
When they fall from the sky,
Kissing the tired ground,
Worn out and dry.
Everything that lives,
Depends upon the rain,
Everyone that cries,
Heals from their pain.
After the showers,
The world is at ease,
In the cleansing of the soul,
The heart is at peace.
After the rain,
When night does fall,
The dogs do not bark,
No birds seem to call.
For with all washed clean,
Life on the rain depends,
As twilight spirits rise,
To greet the stars again.
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