Each time I see the cloud,
it is so blue.,
A blue sky is so beautiful to see.,
but as the month roll into years,
its bringing pain to me.

Now my animals are dying, cause they're hungry and poor.,
each times I go and feed them with grass, they always wanted more.,
The sheep's still a love of mine are pawing at the ground, eagerly stressful.
They're in searching for more to eat, but there is nothing to be found,
unless the ground.

The dams are just a mess, were we transport all the rest of water,
thus' I think is a drought were there is no rain at all.

I passed nearby my neighbor's on the road,
and we all wave and smile.,
each of us know the pain inside in each and...