The Rain's Reign
If only you could walk into the center of the source of all the pain...
you'd get drowned out, beaten,and deafend by the rain...
you hear the thunder roaring but in your pace there is no gain...
they say stay in your lane but my path is boundless..
and unless you no longer deal with that feeling of invincibility...
you cant help but wonder if it is infidelity.
You know ill never stop trying, I'll never quit on you..
but if one day you walked out, Id be forced to let you..
its not about restrictions or at very least the wait,
but rather flawless imperfections and our meeting like its fate.
Without you Im just me, a decent human being...
but with you it's a better life that I just ain't used to seeing.
Lemme apologize for my scars and bars..
that cover my eyes until the day i die...
I'd been blinded by lies and my life full of anticipation...
waiting for clearer skies and maybe less precipitation...
but in the end it was an ancient reign that lead to all this pain.
A king should never fall from his high horse..
but of course..
if he does his Queen should be there for everlasting support...
from court ... no distort.
the good in the life the bad in the strife,
be the reason the cause of inspiration...
to rise to that top should be the aspiration..
if it weren't for that god forsaken precipitation.
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