Refugee


 


The thunderstorm is gone


And all the bridges washed away.


The smiling clown’s become


A morbid dripping frown.


 


No one knows the Truth


And no one left knows how to pray.


God is only waiting


To sweep the dead away.


 


And I thank God for the rain


When it comes to wash my life away.


I thank God for the sun


When it burns through my empty heart.


 


We go to bed in darkness


And wake up in the mud.


The blessings come in teaspoons


And the curses come in floods.


 


We splash around in puddles,


Then drink them to survive.


The hungry babies wailing;


Now Death has come alive.


 


And I thank God for the rain


When it comes to wash my life away.


I thank God for the sun


When it burns through my empty heart.

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