Rain

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A sweet melody
Drizzles outside the window
Giving us new hope

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Branches and Bones

A new way was paved;
The living paid their dues,
Money they gave,
And our lives too.

We were just weeds,
Pulled from our roots,
The cause of sweat beads,
Off of their youth.

Whatโ€™s another five,
Or seven of us?
When thousands of lives,
Could easily pass?

I only wish they took me,
Along with my brothers.
Whatโ€™s a lonely tree,
Without any others?

What can one alone,
Do more for the rest?
For branch or for bone,
What can one get?