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Oct 2011
The rain comes down
Washing clean all that has past
Time stops before your very eyes
The thoughts of that one girl
Over and over in your mind
They make things ok
Make things clear

The only thing that time really does
Is slow your heart beat
From running away in the bliss and excitement
The fear, the unknowing of what's to come
The serenity

The rain pours down
Still unsure
Still confused
But the signs are there
glistening in the light of the moon
Faded but there,

They reassure that there is light at the end of this long dark tunnel
They draw you closer
Like moths only sobered by reality
That maybe this light
The warmth that you feel
Is taken by the night, is absorbed by the darkness
To return you to the nothingness from which you came
To be passed off like a stone into a drowning river
Forgotten forever

Fighting the rain like a flood
The light catches the drops
A glimmer of hope
A chance
Proof of what is
What is not

It is what is is
It is what its not

This is what we make it
The chances we take
The vows, no matter how silent
They spell the truth
The truth that only god can know

The depths of our very selves tell a story that none can see
That only they can share with whom truly want to hear

Do they that want to share want to hear?
The fear of rejection flows through my veins
Like a drug it inches into every part of my body
Devouring what is left
All the hope
Until a sign is left
A sign that tells me everything is alright
That everything is fine

Its all there in the making, coming down with the rain
All we need is to catch that light
The light that has been shining for so long

The light that will eventually consume us
Take us to that place
The place where we belong.
Written by
Chris Kapela
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