The summer rain comes drumming
in a ballad upon my skin
washing away an old life
a life plagued with sin
I walk a little straighter
with my head again held high
Insted of it bowing low
to who ever passes by
Now I am unafraid
of who I am today
and I feel fear of the past
slowly slip away
you no longer blight my dreams
that caused me strife
and caused me misery
I moved on with my life
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
The summer rain comes drumming
in a ballad upon my skin
washing away an old life
a life plagued with sin
I walk a little straighter
with my head again held high
Insted of it bowing low
to who ever passes by
Now I am unafraid
of who I am today
and I feel fear of the past
slowly slip away
you no longer blight my dreams
that caused me strife
and caused me misery
I moved on with my life
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