Into the Rain
by Elizabeth Gaa

I am the child of the broken, the forgotten, forsaken
I live in the rut of desperation, alone in this wide, wide, world
With no one to love, no one to hold
And the rain comes down like the tears of all who have ever lived
Who have ever loved
The rain comes down in buckets, but it wasn't always rain
The sun once shone over me, a small child of the Ukraine
I had a family, a place to shelter me from the pouring rain; a home
All hope veiled by the rain; now I sit, sorrowful, alone
And the rain comes down like the tears of all who have ever lived
Who have ever loved
The rain comes down in buckets

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Poem Copyright 2007 by Elizabeth Gaa

 

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