waking from the night rain

in the beginning was the silver lie
we wait and wait to hear just what we need
after the rain so much blue in the sky

into each heart a little worm must pry
to measure the true worth of each soft deed
in the beginning was the silver lie

we don't regret the things we did not try
nor blame the ones who planted the good seed
after the rain so much blue in the sky

each honest question marks you as a spy
and decent service is the sign of greed
in the beginning was the silver lie

if you are silent others will not cry
but will expect you swiftly to concede
after the rain so much blue in the sky

not much is evident to honest eye
the palest flower does not grow on a weed
in the beginning was the silver lie
after the rain so much blue in the sky