the small but big thoughts
Rain
The tears of heaven
Running down a windowpane
made by nothing but glass
Invisible for everyone
unless you look twice
I used to sit for hours by that window
looking out
Searching for any kind of hope
that I knew did not exist
'Cause there is no hope
for the rain to stop raining
for the windowpane not to be
invisible any more
But if that day will come
when the sun always shines
and the windowpane's gleaming
in all the colours of the rainbow
If that day comes
There is hope
for what are and what has been
No one shall ever cry
and no one shall be invisible
'Cause it's those small but big things
that makes the
world hard to endure
Words by tinsel
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Written on 2007-01-29 at 20:42
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