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The Rain Keeps Their Names (An Irish Ballad of Unseen Souls)
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The rain keeps their names on the cracked city stone
From Dublin to Galway, they're never alone
A mother with child in a doorway's cold keep
Her lullaby broken by sirens that weep
A man in his thirties, still tied to his ma's
No key for a door, just a dream that's been lost
They pay for the taxes, they work through the pain
But the night has no mercy, and the rain keeps their names
Oh, the rain keeps their names, etched in puddles of grey
Sixteen thousand and rising, washed further each day
Our own flesh and blood, under Éire's cold sky
While the world's problems thunder, our people just die
No flag for their hunger, no post for their cries
Just the rain keeps their names as the government lies
In Cork's narrow alleys, a tent by the Lee
A father once proud now begs on his knee
His children in hostels, their homework by torch
While strangers get houses with keys on the porch
The old woman shivers, her pension too thin
Her memories fading where warmth should begin
She fought for this country, through famine and flame
Yet the rain keeps her name in the gutter's cold frame
Oh, the rain keeps their names, etched in puddles of grey
Sixteen thousand and rising, washed further each day
Our own flesh and blood, under Éire's cold sky
While the world's problems thunder, our people just die
No flag for their hunger, no post for their cries
Just the rain keeps their names as the government lies
I'm not soft, I'm not broken, I'm Irish and true
My heart beats for kin, not the eight billion's queue
When I pass their soaked cardboard, I see my own face
There but for grace in this merciless place
Addiction, despair—these are ours to mend
Not a hashtag, not virtue, but blood to defend
No, the rain won't keep their names forever in vain
We'll carve them in fire through the storm and the pain
Sixteen thousand will rise from the gutters and cold
Our Éire will answer, her story retold
No more lies from the parties, no more floods at our door