Sorry I’m Late, I had trouble getting here
I met a man, yes another strange one
I was standing, Looking up at the thunderclouds
He said he was, the man who keeps the sky
What kind of people are these
Who put more value on property than people
Who put their wealth before their wisdom
Who fill the air with dust and all these poisons
I can carry, the sound with my bare hands
Of the ships bells passing in the night
I tend to the roofgardens of the world
Rest your tears, let me show you how to make it rain
The path of life is not an easy one
And we must sail the oceans of our dreams
Steer clear of all the money scrapers
And when the thunderstorms come my friend, ride your ride
Ride your ride
I can make it rain
I am a thunderdreamer
The keep of the skies
I can make the lightning
I can bring the rain
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
