Prophets

She said it all, no one's listening
This is the last call, yet no one's really listening
The ears don't hear when the heart is tarred

He wrote it all, no one's looking
Doomed to fall, yet no one's really looking
The eyes are blind when the soul is sold

Now the rain is gone, left us this draught
Confused and distraught

All this pain
Yours and others
It's not in vain
These tears
They'll turn to rain
For the seeds of eternal flowers

Don't fret my friend
It's not all in vain, nor is this the end
This loss and pain will be a world they gain
And on another we will rise up again

So, don't fret my friend
It's not all in vain, nor is this the end
This loss and pain will be a world they gain
And on another we will rise up again