The rainfall on the mission
And the rains fall in the hills
The people who live at the mission
Are a long long way from home
And the Mamas left with their babies
In a world no one can know
There's hope down at the mission
If that's where you gotta go
A stone cracks in silence
From a painted desert bloom
Out there you will not find me
In some over lighted room
Where I pay you for your mercy
And pack up all my gloom
I was lost then in darkness
For everyone to see
Chasing after deadlines
Set in stone by me
To rescue all my loved ones
That are no longer there
Written in a language
Formed from pure thin air
And I leave you with your burden
And I walk away from mine
Waiting for some signal
To climb the stairs in time
To make it through that passage
And find you waiting there
Ready for the journey
Without a single care
So I'll sit down with my anger
And sit across to see
If it shows any patience
As I fumble with my key
And arrive at the conclusion
That I will barely know
Till I make peace with my anger
And in the quiet grow
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