The Pain and the Rain
Under the rain I stand,
Crying and holding my own hand,
My voice desperately calling,
My body feebly falling,
Drops of rain mixing with my tears,
Creating an angel that looks at me and disappears,
I close my crying eyes,
Trying to imagine paradise,
In vain, for my heart continues on bleeding,
I wonder where this pain is leading...
I tenderly open my eyes, spotting a light,
Drenching me, gleaming...so bright,
Making the angel appear again,
Taking my soul and flying to heaven...
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