The rain has fallen hard in this concrete jungle
Flooding from the tears of the poor
Lying paralyzed as the water pounds through this porcelain skin exposing the porous vulnerability

A million teardrops from a world lost in its journey to enlightenment
A path toward meaning tortured by emptiness

The rain is falling faster
With lightning speed and the power of a monster, it blocks the vision of an eagles eye

Empires fall
Buildings tumble
Dynasties buried to be found a thousand years forth

From the heated bed of rocks, the rain ignites the steam

I dreamed I was flying high above these clouds
To look down upon the crying faceless souls
Dry above the conflicts; denials; struggles

I dreamed I was soaring hand in wing with falcons
A shared journey to another play where the sun is a friend warming us with stories of a bright tomorrow

The grey clouds grow darker
The rainfall continues
A future unknown
A road unseen