Dry Skies In the Rain
Perhaps life is a soulless survival game.
Perhaps those with good intentions will always see dry skies in the rain.
Perhaps friends are just faces who’s laughter and smiles ease the pain.
Perhaps fools are the ones who don’t realise tomorrow never comes down the lane.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter, perhaps it’s all in vain.
Perhaps life is just a soulless survival game.
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