The clouds have already gathered, yet they will never be remembered.
For as the rain drops fall, people only think about the squall.
Lightning flashes illuminating the land, for an instant showing a sinning hand.
Thunder booms across the sky, drowning out yet another desperate cry.
As the sun shines through the clouds, it marks the return of the crowds.
As the water drains into the sea, there was no longer a plea.
Though the sun may be bright,
Though the roads may have dried.
There will be those that remember the plight,
There are traces of blood that have dried.
Scars can be hidden, pain cannot be seen.
Memories can be forgotten, thrown away memories of sin.
Forgetting is not forgiving.
Forgiving is not forgetting.
This matter between humans will be interfered,
As exist records and those that remembered.
There will always be a remembrance,
of all deeds and sins.
And none can escape,
for none has the strength.
