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Nov 2010
I scream at the top of my lungs.
Cold through the thick curtain of rain i run.
Lonely and hurt as a man could be.
I take my path to part, dark obstacles i see.

You were gone...
I reached out to you and i realized i was alone.
A thousand pictures of sunset running freely before my eyes to share.
I drew myself close to you but i found nobody there.

You were gone...
My heart was torn...

The rain is poured down from heaven... Like blood shed swiftly from an open wound...
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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