We must not give up when the road has become rugged there is so much more to see to feel to taste to hear to smell there is so much magic waiting to be found and troavaille. The elegance of this world is so much more than the pain that we feel within
The tears still come but that's usual The pain comes and goes but that's normal The suicide notes are gone ripped up and torn The blades have disappeared The scars have faded The sun has come out from behind the clouds
I think I love the rain the dust rises from the old road I think I love the clouds the silence inside the soft wind I think I love music strumming the red guitar the rain plays a beat on the clear window So I wrote a song about how I love the rain.
A dark sentiment in my empty soul gives me unlighted conceptions Standing in a crowd of people is my heart sitting shady I wonder why and in the cold comfortable night is where is feel home Alone and I smile.
I need coffee like the grass needs the rain. I need coffee I'm going really insane. I need coffee. like a book needs its words I need coffee like the sky needs the birds. I need coffee:)