The Heavens are opened and on us descends
A hundred thousand raindrops with voices from all ends
Sobbing and laughing and echoing from near and far
Each raindrop is a messenger calling us from where we are..
It soaks into the crevices where our mother earth does lie
She can feel them: all her peoples; and with the Heavens cries
What is is we are becoming and what is this I can hear?
My children are not behaving like the peaceful atmosphere..
All the earth becomes glowing with droplets that have fallen
And as they lie there peacefully to everyone they're calling..
Unite yourselves in peacefulness and turn away from every war
Or there'll be more than raindrops coming out of Heaven's door.
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