Epiphany

I think a man said it best
when he said nothing at all,
As he looked out the window
the rain began to fall,
he pointed up to the sky
and I looked down in shame
Across an open plain
I began to understand
his unusual plan
It was then that she said to me
there's no way that it's suppose to be
She took my hand and said follow me
as we desended into eternityShe pointed up to the sky
and I looked down in shame
under a burning flame
I began to understand
his unusual plan
Everyone is something