Somehow as I speak there is a mom out driving a Prius hearing a bad radio preacher but the words are still making her weep / It was something that he said, as she turned off of the street and just cried out with the grief that she had been keeping as a secret / So what does it all mean? It’s a dream that she has been dreaming, memories, of being a little girl with world under her wings / Cuz if she could hide her past away in the night, she might have had time, just escape the violence all of her life she died a little in silence / So call it a crime, it might be---these words are sad but mighty, the feelings she had will finally rise out of the dark their hiding in / She wants to start her life again, but this harsh environment—she feels the tires spin

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Somewhere as I speak there is a scared boy with his teachers listening, to comforting words they say but he’s sure nothing will change / And his tears are dried with a Kleenex, but tonight he will cry in his sleep when, when every hurt and pain will churn up in his brain / So what does he have he wonders, all he wants is the cat in the covers, but his allergies happen to give him a rash ---this sadness is an encumbrance / And his mother is home but drunken, he would give anything to be normal, pre-pubescent hormones single him out, they corner him it’s horrible / A horror story he knows it----but he knows better than to ignore it---when the bullies come next he will floor them, let them come and they will be sorry / Cuz if nothing will change, he’ll change it---until all of his strength has erased it---until all of the pain has been vanquished, he hates this

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Somehow as I speak there is a cloud over a field raining, and the farmer watches his crops as they drink / The river is deep and as it spills over the breach, his kids, they sit in the house and eat as dad pauses to think / The rain is a gift and he knows, that the Lord has lifted his home, and though he’s a widower he believes she is around / Cuz the rain is a symbol of her, for the kids a kiss from mother, but for him it’s an embrace that will sink into the ground / So he leaves the porch, he hears the horses whinny throughout the stable, there’s a storm in the distance but in his mind it’ll have to wait a while / and while he's waiting, he will make these minutes count today he---he's covered his hands with water but it ain’t from the rain

CHORUS

Cry no tears my child, I’m here
For you I hope you know
All these years can bring you cheer
If you will let them grow