And again there was rain, how profane.

14.05.2023

And I passend the only one left, of the haunted and depressed.

And again there was rain, how profane.

All down dressed and I was not even impressend.

As my hair was covering my eyes,

carrying my simple dripping whys.

And I was wondering if it writes

So it could help me to save the goodness vault

In assault

After being stebbed in the back,

The sky has a crack

And all to do is to pray


And to remember at the end of the day,

we are just lambs,

Under all these rams

Crawling back into the shepheards arms

We are lifes Charms and desperate swans

Who live silently wild

And Save the world being reconciled

And she smiled

At the end of the day we all all coming Home, at the end of the storm.

And I always have my arms open

Standing in the rain, and again, how profane


And the rain spoke broken: "I'm not trying to please anyone and I am no gun.


I'm just being compassionate and the plants are thirsting for me and maybe some faith.


The world needs me for who I am. And I even give water to the ram.


Even the ocean wouldn't be without me and

yet I'm just a thousand tears that keep falling and hugging the earth and thats my worth."

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