Rain drops on the glass of my window, Tear drops on the cheeks of a widow, Rain drops can't harm a sparrow, Tear drops go wash off her sorrows. Rain filled the empty wheel barrow, Mud filled the empty holes so hollow, In the rush there's no bucket to borrow, To collect all the ceaseless tears of a widow. Come let's run to the river so shallow, Let's pick up all the poor dying willows, There you go pick them all little kiddo, Let's go plant it right next to the widow. Though you can't, dear river so shallow, Her tears will save the poor dying willows, Don't be scared, she's got you little kiddo, You will rise when the plants grow dear widow. Come lay down on this fluffy pillow, That's alright come pour out your sorrows, Can you see? God protects the defenseless sparrow, You are more precious to God, Dear aching heart of a widow. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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