Tears on the cheeks of a child.

As the clouds gather in the sky,
Rain falls on the street outside,

And rivers run down my window,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

And as the night begins to fall,
So the witch hunt it begins.

And Rivers run down my window,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child

Secrets crawl from the shadows,
And outrage rages like wildfire.

And rivers run down my window,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

No fame now serves as a shield,
For old crimes thought forgotten.

And rivers run down my windows,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

Dark infamy drowns all in its course,
Staining virtuous and guilty alike.

And rivers run down my windows,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

Dark acts, defiling and  polluting,
A pestilence to all like a virus.

And rivers run down my windows,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

Can we discover truth preserved,
in the mingling of greed and sorrow.

And rivers run down my windows,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

And I find myself livid
With Hero's that never were
And I find myself doubting
Verdicts of guilt and innocence.
And I find myself grieving
Fake paladins, phony idols,
And I find myself soiled
For being once entertained,
By, your art,
your music ,
your face.

Your victims
Reach out from you
In waves,

Innocents,
Children,
Parents,
Viewers,
Listeners.

Those who barely knew you,
And those who knew you not at all.

And Me

And rivers run down my window,
Like tears on the cheeks of a child.

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