August
rains are falling
People
are calling your name
Through
the sadness and the pain
A
glimmer of hope shines through the rain
A
young boy down and out
No
where to go but down
He
listens for the sound
That
will bring out the power in him
Someone,
everyone searching for better way
Got
to keep on working, no time to play
Should
I go, should I stay?
When
will it be my day?
So
can’t you hear the August rains?
Listen
to the people say your name
August
Rains are not a storm
They
are gentle and warm
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2016
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