Rain on the River
stronger than the water
stronger than the water
rain on the river
father said the world is cold
so she hid behind her clothes
she could hear the river roar
she could hear the river still running
father said the earth is cold
he paved over the sparrow’s home
but she could hear the river roar
she could hear the river still running
rain on the river
rain on the river
rain on the river
we were young and we were old
all through our lives the river rolled
we could hear the river roar
we could hear the river still running
the rain it poured
and the river roared
and soon it’s knocking on your door
and sweeping chairs across the floor
Father, can you hear the river?
stronger than the water
you’re not
stronger than the water
you’re not
stronger than the water
rain on the river
rain on the river
rain on the river
rain on the river
Take it Home
what goes around comes around
when the seed sprouts
put your poison in the ground
now it’s in your mouth
you say you make a living
what your making is a killing
making nothing
what your
making ain’t making
a difference
and the gears keep spinning in the
clock tower
and the killers keep killing in the
lock down
wasting life like it doesn’t matter
put the earth up on a platter
carve it like a piece of meat
feed it to the money beasts
oh,
we take it home take it home take it home take it home
but were burning down the house
and
everyone answers to someone
we all answer to the mother that we come from
we all answer to the eyes that we find in the mirror
we all answer to ourselves that we
can’t run from
sure, we made a mess of things
yeah
we’ve been blinded by the dollar
green glasses that we wear
but its time we take them off
‘cause they’re going out of style
and
now your dollar is your vote
every piece of paper power
is a ballot that you hold
who do you support?
pink tax, petty problems
if we hold on to our dollars
we be shutting down the system
maybe one day you will listen
and
how could we forget?
its time to remember
Generation Z
I know we can do better
they put profits for today before our future for tomorrow
and they told us
when they named us
for the last
letter

Fiora Laina is a lifelong home schooler born in the Pacific Northwest in the state of Washington. Her family moved to western Massachusetts when she was eight months old. Fiora has always had a passion for the arts. She trained as a classical pianist since the age of 5, and has operated a small greeting card business, “Storybook Greetings,” since she was eight years old. Fiora has also won many awards for her art including the Congressional Art Award for MA, District One, and the Berkshire Music School Merit Scholarship for three years in a row. In September of 2018 she suffered a repetitive motion injury that left her unable to play piano, write, type or draw for two months. During that time she began to listen to folk and indie music, and she discovered the power of songwriting as an artistic medium. As she began to rehabilitate her hands, she also began songwriting. Now Fiora is dedicated to sharing the power of music with anyone who will listen. She has opened for national acts such as Matt Nakoa and Lucy Kaplansky.