CRY RAIN, CRY

Cry Rain
Cry for me
For all that was
And never will be

For all my hopes
And all my dreams
Filled with magic
And moonbeams
Cry Rain
Cry for me

For feelings that have
No expression
That know no creed
Nor religion

For the beauty within
And the beauty without
For a hundred hopes
And a hundred doubts

For the joy that begs
To be free again
For the love that I’ll lose
And the love that I’ll gain
Cry Rain, cry again

For all that was said
And all that was done
For all that was lost
And all that was won
For the restlessness
That just won’t let me be
Cry Rain
Cry for me

And cry Rain cry,
For all whose dreams had to die
For empty stomachs and tear-filled eyes
For forced smiles and sorrowful sighs
For all the unhappiness that in this world lies
Cry. Cry. Cry Rain, cry

THE BANQUET IS OVER

So carefully we decorate our Life
With colourful dreams
Festoon it with hidden hopes
Secret desires and secret longings
For more enchantment –
Bejewel it with illusions
Adorn it with Ambition
Sprinkle it with bouquets of Laughter

Until…. Destiny enters
In her hand – the Sword of Death
The banquet is over
It’s time to go home