Rain comes down
Michael Armand Fink
Rain comes down... and hushes the town...
And where is the voice... that I heard crying?
Snow settles over the nettles...
Where is the voice that I heard crying?
Sand at last on the drifting mast...
And where is the voice that I heard crying?
Earth now on the busy brow,...
And where is the voice... that I heard crying?