I am setting my eye on the sky
staring at way above
waiting for flying my sigh
making miraculous cloud
in the invasion of desperate night
I am waiting for such a rain
removing blackish curtains covered the eyes
prevented the sights
cleansing the hate in the hearts
I am waiting for a flood
flowing far and wide
taking away the weapons and arm
clearing humanity of carnage and wartime
I am waiting for the raindrops
flowing down my cheeks
joining my tears
so anyone will notice my weeps
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