The Rain
The rain is black and soggy
and my heart is drenched and dripping
Flooding the lives of those I love
I didn't mean to be this way
I thought I was more
More than a dark puddle of conciousness
Weary and flat from my own attacks
I thought I had more to offer
but the rain had washed it away
I held in my hands, the red, white and blue ideals
but let them float away
So I could reach my greatness my destiny, myself
I didn't know myself, and what I see now is pain
Unreached potential, unfulfilled dreams
an unraised child looking for a home
But I have no home, so I must build
One stick, one brick, one stone at a time.
And hope, that as I build, by the grace of god
my home will not be washed away by the rain.
and my heart is drenched and dripping
Flooding the lives of those I love
I didn't mean to be this way
I thought I was more
More than a dark puddle of conciousness
Weary and flat from my own attacks
I thought I had more to offer
but the rain had washed it away
I held in my hands, the red, white and blue ideals
but let them float away
So I could reach my greatness my destiny, myself
I didn't know myself, and what I see now is pain
Unreached potential, unfulfilled dreams
an unraised child looking for a home
But I have no home, so I must build
One stick, one brick, one stone at a time.
And hope, that as I build, by the grace of god
my home will not be washed away by the rain.
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