WHO ARE WE REALLY

WHO ARE WE REALLY

Rain falls today,
in me this day it has struck.
I feel it dance, I feel its will
as if its alive. I know this day it falls for me.
Im awakened, somewhat aroused,
the wind whispers to me,I listen.
In solitude I, myself confess
lost for words only the utter of reminice.

Hard times and poverty
all around.
Sadness and reality
breeding destruction.
This day the rain falls and I ponder
who are we really,
do we find wings or do we breed destruction.
Who are we really.
Do we live,
do we bleed in heart, in soul,
or is a john doe a memory in collection.

The rain falls,
not from the depths of earth
yet from above.
We see its sadness,
I ponder why,
it falls from above.
Why?
Think on it, who are we really.
I will remember,
that this day alive in my soul
this rain, this whisper
fell and called to me,
we are all we can be.