Tears On the Wind
The rains are tears on the wind,
And eventually will come to and end.
At the end of a storm comes a
rainbow,
And the sun comes out in the
morrow.
Life is like the weather, God in
control of all.
Tears, in sorrow, begin to collect and
fall,
But when sorrow stops and the tears
end,
Soon to reach end, the tears are
rains in the wind.
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