Brandon Lee’s Tribute to the Crow

Jane Siberry - It Can’t Rain All the Time We walked the narrow path, beneath the smoking skies. Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light. Do you have faith in what we believe? The truest test is when we cannot, when we cannot see. I hear pounding feet in the, in the streets below, and the, and the women crying and the, and the children know that there, that there’s something wrong, and it’s hard to belive that love will prevail. Oh it won’t rain all the time. The sky won’t fall forever. And though the night seems long, your tears won’t fall forever. Oh, when I’m lonely, I lie awake at night and I wish you were here. I miss you. Can you tell me is there something more to belive in? Or is this all there is? In the pounding feet, in the, In the streets below, and the, And the window breaks and, And a woma