Drenched, But Drying
DRENCHED, BUT DRYING
Waiting for the clouds to roll away
On this bright and sunny day
I didn’t make the rain myself
You helped
The drums are thundering again
Yet only I feel the repercussions
So sick of being the only one wet
But there’s only so soaked a person can get
I spoke the unthinkable
I drank the undrinkable
I sank into black
I broke my own back
Out of the flood, a phoenix will rise
Setting fire to cloudy skies
And vultures circling this spot
Leave the carrion to rot
Carry on with what I’ve got
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