Some of Us

Clouds wandering and passing through Through the regions of my endless view Looking for a place to hover For humble soil they're glad to cover And rain down their content Pour their blessing on the land Some of us shout, some of us run Some of us keep toiling under the burning sun Some of us move, some of us groove To the rhythm of the air that's drifting on Some of us stumble some of us fall Some of us call them standing tall But on and on they go and pour On the silent soil that is no more I crown you friend of strangers Seeing those hidden from the usual eye Looking for a soul to cover For humble hearts that bleed and suffer And rain down sacred love Pour down blessing from above Some of us shout, some of us run Some of us keep toiling under the burning sun Some of us move, some of us groove To the rhythm of the air that's drifting on Some of us stumble some of us fall Some of us call them standing tall But on and on they go and pour On the silent soil that is no more