The Rain of Education, Newtown Children
The bleeding of souls under the umbrella of dissatisfaction causes us to look for them
They, who once were a cause of all things, who fought our causes when we knew none
The small ones, ones who fear everything except nothing and live mysterious lives on the continent of imagination
They reigned over smaller things under the larger scope of rain that poured abundantly over them
They were never satisfied
The rain poured daily, moment by moment they sat awaiting its storm and fierce rain
Souls scattered under a storm with no umbrella
Education was their Father and He rained over them with his undying love and open opportunity
Access was never denied and He felt His drops of love nourish each one
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