watching the mercury

you are not watching but it still must rise
outside folk are prostrated by the heat
rain will not fall from the brass-hearted skies

the hungry bird from shade to shade still flies
into the woody shadows we retreat
you are not watching but it still must rise

we cannot hear the angry and dark cries
of creatures that are forced to walk the beat
rain will not fall from the brass-hearted skies

perhaps around there lurk some patient spies
feeling the pain from their ant-bitten feet
you are not watching but it still must rise

what happens each day cannot us surprise
we're long inured to hurt and to defeat
rain will not fall from the brass-hearted skies

dread visions rise to haunt our minds and eyes
with hope and happiness we shall not meet
you are not watching but it still must rise
rain will not fall from the brass-hearted skies