Shots Fired and da Rain Comes Down
Day and night the sound can be heard the crack crack that brings dread
Whether near or far the sinking feeling that someone else’s child may be dead.
The wail of sirens echo in the distance moving ever closer, shots fired and da rain comes down.
Tee shirts, teddy bears, and candles are what remains of dreams unfilled for the
life is gone and all that’s left is the mother’s wail, shots fired and da rain comes down.
The sidewalks are lined vibrant reds here, cross town the hue of blue,
yellow, the color of daisies can be seen where the words Que Pasa can be heard
The vibrancy of God’s rainbow can and has been perverted with one word
Shots fired and da rain comes down.
The funeral processions go on and on as the heavens open and it begins to rain
The mother’s wail is nowhere equal to her pain. Shots fired and da rain comes down.
Where there is hope there is little room for despair, as the heavens weep God’s tears. Shots fired and da rain comes down.
For all the dreams and hopes we feel we have lost, for all the frustrations and the cries of when will it all end.
Whether near or far the sinking feeling that someone else’s child may be dead.
The wail of sirens echo in the distance moving ever closer, shots fired and da rain comes down.
Tee shirts, teddy bears, and candles are what remains of dreams unfilled for the
life is gone and all that’s left is the mother’s wail, shots fired and da rain comes down.
The sidewalks are lined vibrant reds here, cross town the hue of blue,
yellow, the color of daisies can be seen where the words Que Pasa can be heard
The vibrancy of God’s rainbow can and has been perverted with one word
Shots fired and da rain comes down.
The funeral processions go on and on as the heavens open and it begins to rain
The mother’s wail is nowhere equal to her pain. Shots fired and da rain comes down.
Where there is hope there is little room for despair, as the heavens weep God’s tears. Shots fired and da rain comes down.
For all the dreams and hopes we feel we have lost, for all the frustrations and the cries of when will it all end.
In the shots fired and da rain that comes down lies the beginning and the end.
For God’s tears cleanse all the pain and every drop of rain will continue to cleanse.
One day, yes, one day the shots will stop but the rain will always continue to come down.
—Leroy Crosley, Damon House
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New Brunswick, NJ 08901
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