She's drawing smiling flowers
in condensation tears
Tapping fingers as the rain drums on the window
Waiting for the sunshine
To come breaking through the clouds
and touch a lonely, desperate soul in need
Her heart is breaking
For every hand that's held out
For every child crying out in pain
She sees    what passes unseen
She feels. . .
She won't go quietly...
He wears cigar smoke
like a favourite shirt,
sitting in the corner of a bar.
Watching rays of sunshine
flashing amber in the whisky
that he hopes will dull the aching in his heart.
His heart is broken
From too many battles lost
but tomorrow he will rise and fight again
He sees what no one wants to see
He feels...
He won't go quietly