Something Far More Pleasant Than You
Pitter patter like a song,
the rain sings at my window all night long,
I feel as if,
rain is A message,
to let you know it's okay,
When you feel you can't go on one more day.
Sometimes I feel,
the rhythm is the only thing that keeps me sane,
Like the purity washes away all the pain.
Rain heals A broken heart,
that had once been loved,
then ripped apart.
You see, on your weakest days,
the rain is your band-aides and stitches.
Healing your soul, and stitching up your broken heart.
Having felt like nothing,
but now like God is giving you a brand new start.
So before you curse at the rain,
Just remember, one little thing,
There is no harm it can do,
For it twas far more pleasant than you.
Copyright © Crestfallen . | Year Posted 2012
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