Raindrops knocking aloud on our roofs,

Hitting hard like sticks on drums or hoofs

on rocks; is that hope we hear in your voice?

Do you have for us this time some choice?

You come causing our hearts to beat in sync

With the rhythm of your call and we’re left to remain in the bliss.

Have you come again to just get us hypnotized and leave us to sink;

Sink deep in our bottomless abyss?

Hunger will send men chasing baits

When sunlight breaks the long night.

Men have no clue the ambush laid at their gates,

And where they’ll be found as darkness breaks another fight.

Do not ever lose me to the chronic craze

Of both the sane and the psychopath;

All just waiting to wake up from the usual daze

And to attempt making sense of the endless aftermath.

Have we come this far to be just surviving?

O’ what a shame! What a hopeless shame!

In the end if I am to be found not thriving,

My prayer is to be found at least still the same.