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Quenched
The wind is my rage The rain is my tears The lone standing tree shows me fears The dirt turns to mud The hurt is because I feel so alone, walking with a heavy heart I feel I’ve been wrong and there is no new start I sit in silence on the cold ground I am so alone with everyone around I am a void on this lonely street I cannot hold on to this defeat The winds are stronger The rain is hard I don’t belong here I am too far Sleepy Street lights, lonely post I glide through freely, a perfect ghost This wet grass, in a field of dreams This pouring rain in my head it screams It’s faster, its colder, I’m stuttering, I shake A disaster, I’m the holder, this pain I want to break But when, The wind it is my rage The rain is my tears This storm has been here for so many years The floods are high from time to time The love is tried when the sun shines The fog that reflects off a hanging light The lone standing bush that survives the night I see myself in all these things, I want to be like the bird that sings But this weather hasn’t let up I don’t know if I should keep going or whether I should give up. Because the wind is my rage The rain is my tears That lonely standing tree shows me my fears.
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