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walk on top of rain
These burnt hands
Are tired of grasping desperately
Clutching any and all proceeding thunder
I’m tired of being torn from home
Torn from nature
Torn by the winds
I am weathered
For I only see clear
At the eye of the storm
I am sick of seeing the earth uproot itself
I have been taken by a twister
And I hope to reach the top
As the hoard of hands reach down
And lift me up
So that I may
Walk on top of rain
Are tired of grasping desperately
Clutching any and all proceeding thunder
I’m tired of being torn from home
Torn from nature
Torn by the winds
I am weathered
For I only see clear
At the eye of the storm
I am sick of seeing the earth uproot itself
I have been taken by a twister
And I hope to reach the top
As the hoard of hands reach down
And lift me up
So that I may
Walk on top of rain
Published 3rd Jun 2012
| Edited 29th Dec 2012
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9th Dec 2012 7:46pm
OOOPS edits done. Thanks for reading, and the image at the end kinda took me by surprise when it came to me. Thanks for reading
