By Charles R Marks
Rain Falls wiping away the dust and the muck
As the re-do starts to come in play
A world so fresh and clean is reformed
No more terror
No more angels dying
Just sunny days drying the rain
Cleaning up the crime
A World so fresh and clean,So much more true
A Empty world with no soul glued here on board
Only god knows when it's time to complete the redo
It could be years or maybe it won't come true
A redo on hold.
