Quenched

The icy cold rain runs down worn skin...
I let it sink in...
Perhaps it'll awaken and refresh the quenching thirst of what's locked inside;
this barred life could lead to my demise,
but not so long as there is icey raindrops.
I'll take them by the gallon.
For the quaking earth of my soul will one day surrender itself to the universe, and the stars will once again make sense.
Should these droplets awaken what has been taken, the bars will be broken and my spirit redeemed.
Let the clouds roll in with hellacious thunder-rolls;
usher out what's behind flesh walls.
The meek will inherit the earth,
so long as they survive it first.
Let the lion out with bursts of redemption.
I can no longer yield the reigns of the slave.
I need for it save me, and set me free once more.
So I welcome the storm,
the icy cold raindrops that run down worn skin;
I'll let them sink in...
I'll let them sink in...
Allow myself to claim this life as mine once again.