Facing Pouring Rain
A Peck of
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold'.
You're rather innocent, and every cloud has a
silver lining for you. Even if things are going
really badly right now, they'll get better.
Believe it in your heart, and it'll come true!
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I really "really" want to cry
I can hear this voice inside
This pleading voice is mine
I was tought that whenever I stumble I must rise and fight
Feel my way through darkness and continue till I find the light
I can feel the agonies of my heart
I just can not fall apart
Here I am
Listening to screams of pain
But...till the end, I wil face the pouring rain
coyright 2004, nasra al adawi
(published in "Within Myself: the willpower to live beyond cancer")