THEY NEVER TOLD THIS STORY

When you fall on the Table Mountain You gather your thoughts Amazing it was When the rain washes the sorrows You pick yourself up Incredible it is It left a mark, The pouring of the rain Showed what was meant to happen I could have known The rising of the sun Showed what had happened I knew The anticipated tattoo, When you fall on the Table Mountain You count your blessings Mesmerizing it was When the rain washes the tears You reconstruct yourself Hilarious it is It left a mark