Feel like the rain in the Summer times;
I'm so sorry to rain on their Parade,
Just too down in these Empty moments;
Buried in deep thought of my own Grave.
__'Come rain or shine; Come what may,'__
__'And in all my Hells highest water,'__
'Level best not to drown in Deep thought;'
'Free in stiller waters of Grand oceans,'
'Drifting until I make it to Shore some day;'
__"I'll be a bright Sun above the Storm."__
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 3:50 PM UTC
Feel like the rain in the Summer times;
I'm so sorry to rain on their Parade,
Just too down in these Empty moments;
Buried in deep thought of my own Grave.
__'Come rain or shine; Come what may,'__
__'And in all my Hells highest water,'__
'Level best not to drown in Deep thought;'
'Free in stiller waters of Grand oceans,'
'Drifting until I make it to Shore some day;'
__"I'll be a bright Sun above the Storm."__
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