The Rain People
Grass grows freely
On the top of cars
They hide their legs
Release their scars
One sits on the road
Paints a cross
Business-like
Accepts his loss
Who are these people
Do they recognize eyes
All they know is grey
Foreign blue skies
Skin absorbs rain
Happily greets the sun
Laugh at what they offer
There’s no where to run
We are all family
Despite our ways
Hold hands and smile
Become sun rays
Grass grows freely
On the top of cars
They hide their legs
Release their scars
One sits on the road
Paints a cross
Business-like
Accepts his loss
Who are these people
Do they recognize eyes
All they know is grey
Foreign blue skies
Skin absorbs rain
Happily greets the sun
Laugh at what they offer
There’s no where to run
We are all family
Despite our ways
Hold hands and smile
Become sun rays