from the 2007 album 'Coming Home to Stay'.
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fiogf49gjkf0d He had a message
Of how to make water in the desert
While all around him
The people were parched for thirst
They knew no cloud
But little did he know there were places
Where the clouds unleashed their loads in torrents
And the problems they faced in those land
Were how to keep dry, and they cried for the blue sky
And the breeze, whispering through the sands
The Horizon clear and wide, no endless realms of rain.
He had a mind that was filled
With perplexity and questions
Saying "I could be the One
But he who thinks he's the One, is mad
Or a liar, or deluded with lies"
He could find no compromise
But little and by little
He took to walking driven by his need to understand
Wandered far, found himself in a land one misty new day
Where they played a game with what he would say
And all the while, clouds marching across the miles
Were changing visions
And as the thunder peeled he smiled, said
"What gift is there like Rain?"
And what happened to him?
He came round in the end, just like all the rest
In time, he told his story wrapped in rhyme.
© 25/05/03 JMWH
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