A Book From Nowhere

Raindrops

In the honor of Michael Jackson

As the sun goes down

We can't close our eyes

We have to blink

And to look around us

We see a grave

We feel the sadness of a day

And we still hear his words

"What about sunrise?

What about rain..."

He asked

But we didn't answer

Unable to understand his mind

A childish act

Did we care?

Did we see through him?

Or we were just fooled

By his voice

By his words?

Now we're just asking

Who is it?

Friend or brother for us

We can't help it

But still wondering

Why did he leave us?

While we needed him

Didn't he need us?

Or we weren't enough

For what he endured

To draw our attention...