Through A Thousand Eyes.
i sat through the rain.
and everytime i saw shelter i ran.
how could i live without the rain?
how could i live without the silence being broken?
rain isn't quiet, i promise.
it has a voice,
and not just one voice.
but thousands
singing the same song,
hoping to live a little before they hit the ground.
i sat through the rain
and listened
to the pounding of a thousand tales.
and a thousand tears.
a second went by
and a thousand were killed.
so i sat in the rain.
because i remembered how hard it was to fall,
and how heartbreaking it was that no one saw.
so i sat in the rain,
and listened to a thousand tales.
and i lived a thousand tears
and i watched and i cried
when a thousand had died.
because i had seen,
through a thousand eyes.
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