White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me. Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies Night falls beneath candle light Cast shadows, incense fragrance. From the corner of the room
see the real me. Rain it falls, rain it falls. Pouring on me. And the rain it falls, rain it falls. Sowing the seeds of love and hope, love and hope. We don't have to stay here, stuck in the weeds. Have