Red Rain, by Bleeding Hopelessness Subscribe to rss feed for Bleeding Hopelessness

I see the rain on the street
Cold enough to turn to sleet
Considering what’s going on
The color is quit unique 

Between this war that drones on
And the citizens that had become undone
Life seems meaningless now
And the bloodshed has been shun

As time passes through this night
Many soldier still fight
As the reddest rain falls
On the streets tonight

All hope has fled 
As bodies fall heavy as lead 
Gun shots go off
And many fates have been met
Posted: 2010-04-18 19:16:36 UTC

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