I feel cold today, the rain upon my face, all the clouds speak my name, as my heart shakes, like the whispers of the souls who were taken...can tasting the sun bring me any peace?
The dripping daisies stand lonely in the shadow of the roses covered and darkly masked like the dying paintings in the hollow halls of this mind where I run from my tears.
My bare feet are too tired to stand, so take the ground, the waves running over me, I lost my shoes somewhere back in the valley.
Maybe tomorrow will come on a brighter note, not much hope written in the sky, drops in my eyes, wash away the pain.
My arms wrapped around me, chilled from the worst of nights, this dress is soaked through.
A veil, my hair falls, hiding my world, must not let anyone see.
No one will hear me in the howling storm, they've all gone home to sleep.
Maybe I will do the same, here in the grass, wilted and lost, I can't find the road now.
Lay in the rain, so cold, I can't think.
Mayber tomorrow will be a better day, but for now I will dream.
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