Rain Cry- -
I used to cry at the littlest of things;
Upon rethinking this what does it really bring;
Mystic Misty rather cloudy rays;
My tears flow down my face;
Like a raging storm amidst the suns glaze;
Down flows on downflo unto my intimate space;
And wash emotions tumbling toil;
And my shame I pain
And my dysfunction I remain;
In my heart distance Oh I
I stand here in sin crying it's still in the rain;
2/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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