gentle rain
The pale cloak
The gentle rain
the empty home
So full of pain
was once a castle
but it didn't last long
the foundation was rattled
so it no longer stands strong
but this all feels so wrong
to let go of something once so strong
but you only reep what you sew
and you felt lost and alone
cause your emotion was over thrown
by you,
you were chilled to the bone
like your insides had turned to stone
you no longer want to play along
and listen to miseries song
because you know it doesn't belong
it was wrong
it could's over throw this feeling inside
like you must again come alive
you know you can no longer hide
so you take a deep breath and sigh
because in you heart you know it's right
to right the wrongs of memories time
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