Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Rain

Rain

Tickle on my nose
From a beautiful rose,
But no this is pain
Or wetness from the rain.

I stand in the midst
Of this soloman's twist
Of the roller coaster of zane
Coming from the rain.

Constantly I speak
At times feeling weak,
Like rice from a grain
And clouds full of rain.

My life, it's gets harder
And me, I'm getting smarter.
Can't you feel my pain,
Look at me standing in the rain.

I try to express myself,
But yet I jus hurt myself,
People say I'm insane
But no I jus connect with the rain.

Falling from high above
Like a bird they call a dove.
I feel free from this risky lane,
Yet I'm still standing in the rain.

Left outside feeling like I'm seven
Could it be jus' another sign from heaven?
Just more sorrow causing me pain
I'm left standing in the rain.

But wait! The sun is starting to shine
I haven't run out of time.
Pain doesn't cause pain,
For in the end it only brings the rain.

To say I love you, and make me feel used.
I can only say, it's my hope that you've abused.
I've taught myself, not to feel pain,
But to just simply listen to the story...

And let it rain.

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