Waiting. . . Waiting for rain. Waiting for it to wash away the pain. And bring me things to gain. Its like a game. Each time the same. Standing in rain, hiding my tearz, sharing with earth my fears, waiting for the day it all clears. Hiding it all from my peers. Standing ovation, for this special occasion. Killing the hiding invasion. Knowing that i have a vision, for the unwanted version, calling them the persians. Making them see an illusion. Giving them optical ilusion. So rain do come to stay. For success my way sway. . . And keep the unwanted away. . . .
Sep 10, 2009
Sep 10, 2009 at 8:59 PM UTC