Rain!!!
Rain…
Rain poors down my face, as seas wave up in the breeze,
The wind blows all my troubles away, im thankful for 2day.
And so I embrace in the hand that life has dealt me.
I love the way the rain poors down.
Its like the world the is crying for me, expressing the pain,
That I have felt for so long,
Rain poor down on me, I will not dwell on things that hender me,
For I am a child of the most HIGH.
So y be high? I wanna fly high, above all the stress, and pain
That holds me, can u hold me lord, protect me, guide mine eyes,
Cover my ears from argumental sounds,
I love it when the rain poors down…
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