Interfaith Thanksgiving Concert

Blood will flow, flesh and steel are one, dry in the color of the evening sun, tomorrow’s rain wants to stay away, something in the mind to know is safe.

That’s when I feel life is meant to, flesh and lifetimes are given, nothing comes from violence, nothing ever could, mothers born beneath the angry sun, as we forget how fragile we are.

All of the rain will fall, like tears from a storm, like tears from a storm, all of the rain will save how fragile we are, how fragile we are.

All of the rain will fall, like tears from a storm, like tears from a storm