There is always some rain <br />Somewhere <br />In the day and the night <br />With feelings and pain <br />From there <br />Where there is no daylight <br /> <br />Yesterday went lonely <br />Full of its own way <br />We were here left only <br />With what seemed okay <br />But dreams were on death-row <br />Filling the corners of weep <br />Somewhere footsteps go <br />Hours of sorrow to keep <br /> <br />There is always some rain <br />Somewhere <br />Taking and filling the woes <br />War into war to reign <br />As long as any dispute grows <br /> <br />There is always some rain <br />Somewhere <br />In the day and the night <br />With feelings and pain <br />From here <br />Where there is no daylight <br /> <br />I cannot find my house <br />It has been broken down <br />Like waves of shadows arouse <br />My beautiful hometown <br />Oh death has arrived to me <br />And filled my lonely footsteps <br />Chains have broken the free <br />With all its many intercepts <br /> <br />There are always <br />Some teardrops <br />Somewhere<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-gaza-a-youth-growing/
