THE RAIN [DEDICATED TO KALEB QURAN MURPHY AUG 16 2000- MAR 1 2003]
THIS IS THE SONG FOR THIS PIECE. I PLAYED IT OVER AND OVER WHEN MY SON DIED...
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THE RAINS CAME AGAIN LAST NIGHT...I HEARD THE ANGELS CRY FOR ME...FOR US...FOR YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
THE BREEZE THAT BLEW ACROSS MY SKIN TODAY WAS YOUR BREATH...THE SUN WAS YOUR SMILE.
THE VERY FIRST TIME THAT YOU OPENED YOUR EYES YOU LOOKED INTO MINE...THE VERY LAST TIME THAT YOU CLOSED YOUR EYES YOU LOOKED INTO MINE.
I SOMETIMES WONDER IF ALLAH TOOK YOU FROM THE EARTH BECAUSE OF MY SINS...WHEN I WALKED...A BEAST CLOAKED IN THE SKIN OF A MAN.
WHEN DAY AND NIGHT HAD NO MEANING FOR I...WHEN PEOPLE FEARED MY PRESENCE...YET THEY HAD TO RESPECT IT.
DIME BAGS ON THE CORNERS AND COOKIES OF CRACK IN THE DENS OF INEQUITY IN THE GHETTO BABYLON.
I SOMETIMES WONDER IF HE KNEW THAT I NEEDED YOU MUCH MORE THAN YOU NEEDED ME...FACING THREE LIFE SENTENCES IN A RIGGED ASS CASE...HE SET ME FREE.
MY LIFE BEGAN AGAIN IN YOUR MOTHERS WOMB...AS I SAW YOUR HANDS AND FEET PRESS AGAINST HER SKIN AT THE SOUND OF MY VOICE.
YOUR EYES HELD SOMETHING ELSE WHEN YOU WERE BORN...I PROMISED YOU MY DAYS...WOULD THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TAKEN .
THE RAINS CAME AGAIN LAST NIGHT.
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