Literature
A Drop of Rain,a Spark of Fire
I am, but a drop in the rain,
Undistinguish'ble in the sky.
I am, in the fields, but a grain,
Overlooked by the farmer's eye.
I am naught but a spark in the fire,
Fated to die in flight.
I am, but a bullet afore ceasefire
A single beat in the night.
The rain is formed with my tears.
The mouse is fed, from my grain.
The sparks' fire banishes the fear
The bullet ends this war insane.
((You shan't regret
Your sorrows, and pains,
Your fears, your sweat.
Your dreams remain.))