The weeping of The Angels
Tears in the form of rain
The make-believe river flows again
To wash away the pain
The silent film speaks and tells
The story's new refrain
A thousand stories end, some begin
Hopes and dreams wax and wane

The filling of the river
That long ago was quelled
And corralled and tamed from wilder days
When tidal flows had swelled
From wild and wide, a sliver
In cement walls it's held
Bound within its well worn path it stays
Its dreams alone expelled

Citizens of the city
Bemoan in silent cries
Suffer in solitude, their lost hopes
As tears well in their eyes
Aloof, they want no pity
In vain they seek their prize
With fruitless pursuit of dreams one copes
Through the rain you realize

This old town of broken dreams
Holds little and yields less
And yet multitudes still flock to see
And live through the distress
Just to win by any means
An off chance to impress
Become the star we wish we could be
Who'll win's anyone's guess

Rain drops fall down on L.A.
Wash the desert town clean
And give the mind a rare clarity
To suss what it may mean
Eyes wide open, choose to stay
Thoughts are clear, focus keen
And face this town to see what you see
Hoping a rainbow's seen

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