Rain

A/N: The words in italics are meant to be spoken, the normal un-italicised words are sung.

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‘s okay she said with a watery smile

She turned away with the gait of a child

But through the dark tresses that streamed down her back

I glimpsed her slumped shoulders, a heavyweight sack

She was so tired she was ready to cry

But the tears wouldn’t flow from her half-blind eyes

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Oh my precious little girl

Hidden in another world

A thousand miles away under a different sky

Hear my gentle lullaby

The one I sing each day as I

Go about the slums, and think of you and sigh

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As she wandered nearby for a little while

I kept one eye on the poor beggar child

I saw how she tried to salvage her plight

But nobody around could aid her fight

Girl I really truly wish I had a coin for you

But you see we all belong to this same poverty view

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Do you know you weren’t born that way?

Born to riches and luxurious days?

Would you ever want to return to your birthplace

And gaze upon your momma’s face again

Can you swear that you won’t be ashamed

To gaze upon your momma’s face again

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I saw how she stumbled, cracked her head on a door

I rushed over and picked her from the dirty wet floor

She looked up at me with her near-sightless eyes

She whispered, “Ma’am, I know I’m going to die”

Above, the rain started to fall from the skies

I clutched her to me and I started to cry

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Let the rain pour down from the skies...

Can it wash away all the hunger and want

Let the rain pour down from the skies

Let the heavens cry for your suffering in life

The poverty that haunts us will never go away

But the rain will ease your hardship as it takes you in its embrace...

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Oh my precious little girl

Hidden in another world

A thousand miles away under a different sky

Hear my gentle lullaby

The one I sing each day as I

Go about the slums, and think of you and sigh

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I know that you won’t ever return

I know that our paths won’t ever cross

I gave you up so that you could earn

The riches that was your momma’s loss

May you never have to face the shortage that was meant to be yours

May you have all you need without having to think about the cost

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Let the rain pour down from the skies...

Can it wash away all the hunger and want

Let the rain pour down from the skies

Let the heavens cry for our suffering in life

The poverty that haunts us will never go away

But may the rain ease our hardship as it takes us in its embrace...