After the Rain

What is left after the rain

Has wiped away it all

No neighbours that are yelling

No planes, no cars

No pictures are disturbing

And nothing spoils the fun

No kids that fall asleep

In a room filled with guns

What is left after the sun

Announced the final round

Would you order

Something stronger

Or would you rather stay sharp

We speak no more of evil

And things that can be done

Those who never bothered

Are the ones who won

Nothing to swallow

Nothing to loathe

Nothing to follow

Nothing to love