I have woken in many a land
Many a shores that changed many a sand
But where does this all lead?
Moments pass and moments plead
Why be we the most wretched kind
A thousand years we inevitably unwind
The same history, its repetition present portray
But rain dampens those words of clay
Every day
Yes, everyday
How rain dampens those words of clay
The mirrors of our culture newspapers project
While some lonely poet these projections correct
Still we become our cruelest dream
As society merges into an ugly stream
Again poets write in tired words
Those suicidal lines for forgetful herds
Yet their emotions fail to achieve again
Because rain dampens those words of clay
Every day
Yes, everyday
How rain dampens those words of clay.
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