Let’s gather all our misery
From high above the hills;
Let the sadness
Run down the slopes
Into the darkest of valleys,
Down the silent streams
Slowly bypassing tearful memories.
And let the sun
Vaporise our worst fears,
Drying our tears,
And emptying our souls.
Let it all rise up
Through the emptiness of space,
High above the mountains
Into the clear blue skies
Casting a shadow,
A cloud over what’s gone.
And let’s all hold hands
As our pains slowly fall
Falling like raindrops
-Solomon-