Asia: Who Will Stop the Rain
This problem is insoluble,
The answers seem impossible.
The logic ceases to exist,
Emotion is the beat we miss.
I stand on a world where dreams,
reality, existence are the same.
We take from our mother's skin.
But the world is not to blame.
Who tells the wind which way to blow?
I wonder, who will stop the rain.
The rocks that hold the secrets,
They don't know, so who can stop the rain?
We've lost the path for all we know.
Now tell me, when will it start again?
And as the old man lifts his hands,
Please can you stop the rain?
Stars fall far away,
Like they never did before.
A new moon shining,
Like it never will again.
Who tells the wind which way to blow?
I wonder, who will stop the rain?
The rocks that hold the secrets,
They don't know, so who can stop the rain?
Desert, white cloud, spirits they sing.
Rainbows from the big sky, once a broken wing.
There is no sense in turning back,
To wash the debris from the track.
As well as reason without rhyme,
We look for peace within our time.
Who tells the wind which way to blow?
I wonder, who will stop the rain?
We've lost the path for all we know.
Please can you stop the rain?

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