segunda-feira, 8 de agosto de 2011

Today the truth visited me and it hurts...

Flimsy like a lace paper window pane
Rattled in a heavy wind blown rain
The rain...
The rain came quickly down
And the shutters leaked as they tried in vain
To curb the pelting sound
The rain...
The rain falls wet and cold
And weakens the hillside ground
Which then gives way and
Tumults over the wall which cannot hold
The rain, the rain
When will it end
The rain will never cease
The rain will someday wash my weary soul 
The rain, the rain, the rain...

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