Clouds
Gently falling rain, falling from the sky,
Streaming down like tear-drops, tear-drops from on high.
Clouds, oh won't you tell us what those tears are for?
Do you weep for something, something we've ignored?
Could it be that from your lofty post so high above
You have seen how little we have given of our love?
Do you see the lonely, weary, troubled and the poor?
Have you seen the fighting and the war?
Clouds, there must be some way to make your crying cease.
Share with us the secret of happiness and peace.
Do you mean to say that each of us can play a part?
With each spark of love we light, a flame of love may start.
Reaching all around us, giving hope to those we know;
This, you say, will help true peace to grow?
Clouds, though you are parting, your point you've made quite clear.
Peace will never happen unless we start it here.
- Cynthia Gray
I remember singing this at some point in my school choir 'career'
...and it came to mind today.
...and it came to mind today.
