The Night The Rain Came Down
The night the rain came down I was inside with a book
In my hands clutched tight was a pen
The night the rain came down I heard the screams
I turned the music up so I couldn’t
The night the rain came down I didn’t go outside
I pretended the sun shown bright
The night the rain came down it was dark
I turned the lights up
The night the rain came down I watched him leave
I was too strong to say goodbye
The night the rain came down I watched from the window
I was weak, not strong
The night the rain came down I had a brother
The day the sun came up I was an only child
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