Abate
Even though how hard I try
My wings can't remember how to fly
All alone in a world so cold
Always wrong and alone
As one thought comes to mind
Fears, tears and hurts inside
When you finally realize
The meaning of sharp objects
In an empty room
There is nothing more you can do
Here comes the rain
Hitting harder than before
I might show you my pain
If you show me yours
It seems I have borne my
troubles better than you thought I would
Would it make a difference if
I stopped, if I got wasted or got lost?
If I cried in front of you
Would you cry too or would you
just walk away? What more is
there to say?
There goes the rain
Drowning my world away
You can show me yours
But I have too much pain
Written November 29, 2005
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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