The sound of the rain falling
Upon a roof made of tin
Awakens the sleeping spirit
Invites the wanderer within

To heed the gentle calling
Of Heaven’s cleansing tears
To wash away the grime of day
To seek, to find, so near

Tranquility surrounding
Peace and light abounding
To find your soul
And make you whole
The echoes of life resounding

 

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