What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Crimson sky is cold
Empty promises you told
Now the light is grey
Watching futures fade away
Just shadows today
Broken words
Fading bird
Still I hear
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Killing fields are wide
No more places left to hide
Is there still a time
Before we leave it all behind
The yours and mine
Broken words
Fading bird
Still I hear
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
Look at the ground
No holy sound
Left in this town
Tears coming down
What about sunrise
What about the falling rain
What about the things you said
The things you said we were to gain
Everything we would gain
that is a good poem Written by Aldo kraas
