The sounds of Thunder in the sky and rain diving from the clouds,
And the sorrow on the lake is so incomplete from all its crowds.
When will they come again to unfold their hearts before the lake shore,
When the rain and the thunder subside of course take away, take away what u have in store.
I wish not to hear what sounds like bombs going off right outside my window pane,
Sounds like its the end of the world when will the sun bring forth warm change.
What I wouldn't give to see the sun and not the rain that dives from the clouds and onto the ground,
For it would be better than what I hear now Rain And Thunder All Around.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
The sounds of Thunder in the sky and rain diving from the clouds,
And the sorrow on the lake is so incomplete from all its crowds.
When will they come again to unfold their hearts before the lake shore,
When the rain and the thunder subside of course take away, take away what u have in store.
I wish not to hear what sounds like bombs going off right outside my window pane,
Sounds like its the end of the world when will the sun bring forth warm change.
What I wouldn't give to see the sun and not the rain that dives from the clouds and onto the ground,
For it would be better than what I hear now Rain And Thunder All Around.
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