Thursday, June 2, 2011

It passes.

I knew a girl who'd stand in rain
To rid herself of all her pain
From her face the tears would roll
Combined with rain to clean her soul
She could smile with delight
Shield herself, lose her sight
But she will pick it up tomorrow
And she will hold on to her sorrow
She'll put it back within it's place
Lock with-in her, her disgrace

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