the soft sound of the rain will remind you of my agonizing pain
you will see the rainbow reflect all the good times but at the end will find my heart rent in twain
the bird will sing a song full of sorrow
and on the morrow it will ring through your mind as the deathly hollows grip our once sacred time
a time that was full of laughter but now stands silent as the hills
no longer boasting joy from the beautiful mountain rills
emotion that only leads to commotion as i lay in front of the train
waiting to be freed from my desecrating pain
you will wait by the phone in vain as you wait for the call to free you from your self proclaimed trial
to step off the path of uncertainty and harbor from the ocean strain
alas i will remain on the buffeting waves of the storm until an angelic host rescues me from my prison of shame
and to tame the tempest that rends my heart in twain
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