The tears I cry like the rain from the sky
Only serve to make me wonder why
I’ve cried these before pushed them out the door
Why do they serve to haunt me more?
The clouds fill my heart will the storm ever part
When does the sun breaking through begin to start?
The storm continues still slowly breaking down my will
I pray that all my hope it cannot kill
Though the water does this it serves to assist
It waters the seeds that the devastation missed
So when it is done and out comes the sun
The flowers of hope will blossom one by one
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