First Thought

For all of us born beneath an angry star/
Blood will flow when flesh and steel are one/
Drying in the color of the sun/

But tomorrows rain will wash the stains away/
And something in our minds will always stay/

For all of us born beneath an angry star/
Lest we forget how fragile we are/

On and on the rain will fall/
Like tears from a star/
And on and on the rain will say/
How fragile we are/
How fragile we are/