Everywhere I go you are with me
You fill my dreams Rain fill my eyes.
In the land of milk and honey
the skies were black; the thunder drowned out the cries.
New York, the city that never sleeps, was flooded with light.
Where I walked, water was the only sight.
Monsoons in Asia. No rising sun in Japan
Diving the reef brought relief
Hong Kong was sad.
A soaked top in place of a 10 year old memory
of a baby smiling at the World on my shoulders
Oh when will the rain stop.
GMP 2007
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