You know Stalin put an end to crime

Rain drizzles down the window settling a sleepy dreariness I stare up letting them kiss my cheeks on their way to there next life slowly spinning think thinking of you and a summer kiss with a faithless eulogy to pass those lips laying down I left it soak me up becoming rain itself I’m flowing off to some place else unsettled searching for my resting place now I’m speeding off to some place else picked up by the wind yet I’m pining for something else where are my green pasture? I’ve seen it all as burned to ash its barren desolate and destroying… Their all enjoying it soaking up the death as it was something sweet broken away dragging my hand down the window I know this was only a dream but its haunting me and I cant let go of these images in my mind flashing static in my eyes everything is changing though its all the same it seemed all in vain and I have no way to mend head bent down in shame its been another evening I’ve spent pleasing some one else’s love I watch the rain as it plays all my stories I’m drifting of to someplace else flowing away to some new spring searching for that ever lasting flower I’m not seeking youth I’m only wanting rest as my fingers trace this stream telling me everything that has ever been…