It's rained for two days in this desert.
And while it slides down windows and runs through streets,
I wonder,
Is it enough?
Enough to wash our sins away,
To cleanse this beat up town of heartbroken children
Of all the hate and ignorance that fills the air like poison?
Do the misguided judgments ride with current to some unknown place,
Or are they swallowed whole again by the ground,
aching for the tainted moisture?
Is it grown again in the cotton and crops?
Can we ever be rid of the self-righteous opinions that have been bred into most of us?
I wonder these things as I watch the rain run.

Two whole days of clouds and angels crying.
And in the hush, through their tears, I hear them whisper,
"We had such high hopes for you."
And so maybe, I think.
Maybe the rain isn't a gift, like they say,
But a broken lament for what we have become.
for how far we have strayed.

We ran away, hard and fast, eager for freedom.
And now we have the audacity to scream the accusation of abandonment.
We were not left, we did the leaving.
Right has been twisted into wrong and in the confusion, we chose badly.

And so the angels cry.

While we ignore them and preach hate.
While we ruin everything that was once good.
While I long to watch this town burn.

And still.
The rain falls.

Mama's got blue eyes,
Daddy's got brown. 
Brothers One Two and Three all got the sea colors.
The sometimes blues and sometimes greens.
The stormy sky eyes it's easy to get lost in. 
Those lazy river eyes.

I got Daddy's browns. 
Browns. Like the earth beneath my feet. 
Brown like the mountains of the desert. 
The one big thing we share, Daddy and me. 
The family table only we're allowed to sit at. 
The big, Love Me Browns.

The browns that shine from my face are the same ones that
Laughed with me when I rode a bike for the first time.
That promised me safety as I dog-paddled in the pool without my floaties, scared to death. 
That shed tears for me when I left. 

We got the strong eyes, Daddy and me. 
Brothers and Mama can have the seas that change like the wind. 
They can keep their fickle ice. 
I'll take the earth. The quiet strength that hides pain easily in it's depths. 

Cuz Daddy and me, we ain't just got the
Playin catch, laughin in the sun kinda eyes. 

We got the ones that keep everything that actually matters inside.
We got the ones that hide the loneliness like it ain't nothin. 
We got the eyes that promise everything's gunna be fine,
When inside our hearts, it's chaos. 

See, Mama and the Brothers, they got Heavens.
Daddy and me, we got Hells. 
But I don't much mind if we got the browns. Not anymore. 
Because

They might write more songs about the blues and the greens,
But the browns are the ones doin the singin. 

And Daddy and me?
We got the most beautiful song you ever heard.