Storming rain
The sound of life
Deeply drains
Into a strife
Only my age
Lives in my booth
Becomes my cage
My future, my truth
It’s just some tears
No one should care
Fighting my fears
Do not despair
To finally cope
Severely drifts,
My promising hope
Is what has left
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Storming rain
The sound of life
Deeply drains
Into a strife
Only my age
Lives in my booth
Becomes my cage
My future, my truth
It’s just some tears
No one should care
Fighting my fears
Do not despair
To finally cope
Severely drifts,
My promising hope
Is what has left
