Falling down between the rain
Drowning beneath the steps of treason
Floating above the lies of fate.
There is a cloud, heavy as the tropical storm
That hovers above those who are weighted
By their own misfortune
By their own misguidance.
In return their soul is paid for
By those who will only see
The rage of the times
Amidst the chaos of yesterday
Within the calm of tomorrow.
Streaming beyond the rays
Of tomorrows sunshine
Reflecting the beams
Of yesterdays hazy vision.
There is light, from within
The floorboards of foundation,
Exposing the nails which bond or decay
The relation between the supporting beams.
Those who believe in the shining
Of light through life,