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Hard Rain

For Bob Dylan How are you friend? Are you alright? How will that change from now ‘til tonight? I’m feeling all right, but that’s not all I’m feeling While my mind is recovering, my heart is still bleeding I’m stressed and I’m pissed but I’ll tell you I’m fine Because in the long run my sorrow isn’t worth our time I hate Trumping others, but like lying less Crimes are worse with malicious intent. I rise with the sun, but it burns me out ‘Til it rises again, and I’m already worn out And there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope but not much longer. What’s wrong with you, friend? Are you alright? How will that change from now ‘til tonight? Nothing’s wrong with me but nothing seems right And a whole lot will change from now ‘til tonight. I’ve seen some like Spider-Man and some more like Gregor Yet it doesn’t even seem that I could be either It’s impossible to feel significant it seems When the conflicts of our age can be expressed with memes When you hear complaining, I hear hearts screaming And I’ve been through my fair share of troubles and bleeding But what just isn’t fair is how my wounds boil When the people around me keep severing souls. And there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope but not much longer. Can I help? Do you need a bite? How will that change from now ‘til tonight? You can’t help me now, when I need you you’ll have gone And the timing of love is consistently wrong And the reason we give is because we feel empty And filling another will help via empathy And if we could stop twerking and whipping and dabbing And get back to the good natured, genuine, low-pressure sort of dancing But we’re stopped and we’re halted by circuits and space And tons of “To-dos” all over the place You can help yourself by paying attention Patience is now only awarded honorable mention. And there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope but not much longer. Pay attention? To what? What are the signs? Are there symptoms? And how will that change from now ‘til tonight? It’s not something you can read in a manual But the effort to help is a flower, perennial Just like Ebola seemed to be defeated Zika came back to remind us all that in thinking we’d won, we’d retreated. Look for the candles, shining exposed As soon as the wind touches them they do what they’re supposed So reach out and love before you go out in smoke Before you can’t help the poor in spirit because you’re also broke. And there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope, there’s hope but not much longer.

Hard Rain

For Bob Dylan How are you friend? Are you alright? How will that change from now ‘til tonight? I’m feeling all right, but that’s not all...