Cracked flesh and broken fingernails
strumming slow and easy
a voice as hard as steel rails
from a soul that needs the rain
calls out to you only
and wants you to listen
not hear
listening is different
harder
because the truth is harder
the words come out low
they scream
a lesson from many voices
but yours is the loudest
so don't turn away
we all need the rain
to wash us clean
and dissolve our sins
like teardrops in the ocean.
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