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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