Rainwalker's Creed

He walks the same road

every morning

pockets full of things

he never speaks of (hmmmm)

The weight is ordinary

carried quietly

no one asks

he doesn't offer (mmmm)

Everything he holds

he holds alone

and still he moves

through all of it (ohhhh)

The rain is usual

he doesn't mind it

a man like stone

let weather happen (hmmmm)

He carries on (mmmm)

he carries on