And again there was rain, how profane.
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."