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In The Night
No time.
No rhyme.
No fun.
No sun--
Shine raining down as it should,
in this thing called childhood.
This gloom
Is begging for the Sun to shine through.
Rain is in the forcast,
and drowing me in my past.
Your so far away,
I'm screaming out your name.
I see you in the distance,
but I'm met with resistance.
Saltwater rain burns my wounds,
Words of pain I'm screaming at the moon.
No rhyme.
No fun.
No sun--
Shine raining down as it should,
in this thing called childhood.
This gloom
Is begging for the Sun to shine through.
Rain is in the forcast,
and drowing me in my past.
Your so far away,
I'm screaming out your name.
I see you in the distance,
but I'm met with resistance.
Saltwater rain burns my wounds,
Words of pain I'm screaming at the moon.
Published 18th Aug 2011
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25th Sep 2011 3:16am
i see that this one the man stays in darkness and is hert and is crying out for the light and no more suffering am i right?
25th Sep 2011 4:55am
