When The Black Rain Fell

Where were you when the black rain fell?

Too far from heaven, too close to hell.

Very few souls lived to tell

What is was like when the black rain fell.

There were wails and screams, sobs and tears.

All else was forgotten, hopes and fears.

All was clouded, sight and smell.

That's how it was when the black rain fell.

Three days and nights under war torn ground

A family huddled not making a sound.

Their tears were silent and also their prayers.

Would they ever return to the light and fresh air?

When they finally ascended to the top of the ground

Nothing was left of their little town.

They walked through the cinders as if in a spell.

From out of the clouds the black rain fell.

This was near Hiroshima on August the eighth.

Satan had given a peek through hell's hideous gate.

It could happen again at any point in time.

For mad men have the bomb, when will we draw the line.

Should we dig a hole and be prepared to hide?

Or could anyone survive after the genocide?

I believe no one would be left to tell

What it would be like when the black rain fell.

Where were you when the black rain fell?

Too far from heaven, too close to hell.

Very few souls lived to tell

What is was like when the black rain fell.