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Well, I wrote somewhat of a song in Government class today. I was really inspired by the rain outside. I still may be working on it, but this is the start. So, here is "Changing Rain."
Tears well up in your eyes,
but rain comes and takes away the lies.
Your cares are hidden, taken, washed away...
Suffocated by the dry air of pain,
then healed by the cool, cleansing rain.
Your pain is hidden, taken, washed away...
Rain knows no bounds, no hates, no shame;
all feel the power of the rain.
Change, change, change...
the language of the rain.
Parched from drinking of empty desires,
rain then comes and puts out your fires.
Your void is hidden, taken, washed away...
Rain brings change,
change, change...
to unity.
Some call rain...
grace.
Let me know what you think!
Later!
Tears well up in your eyes,
but rain comes and takes away the lies.
Your cares are hidden, taken, washed away...
Suffocated by the dry air of pain,
then healed by the cool, cleansing rain.
Your pain is hidden, taken, washed away...
Rain knows no bounds, no hates, no shame;
all feel the power of the rain.
Change, change, change...
the language of the rain.
Parched from drinking of empty desires,
rain then comes and puts out your fires.
Your void is hidden, taken, washed away...
Rain brings change,
change, change...
to unity.
Some call rain...
grace.
Let me know what you think!
Later!