Waking up on a rainy day,
sky was black, the sun's gone away.
Not so sure what is coming forth.
Heavy souls hang; let my soul hang no more.
Inspiration is self-implored.
Exhausted faith; can't cope anymore.
Reclamation of withered thoughts,
retribution for my answers sought.
Time transcends as days are spent.
Rain will cleanse, wash away.
Come the day washed away all my filth,
sun will shine, cease the rain.
Trying times shall shape weakened minds,
Tear away, penetrate from inside,
on this day came the sun,
It will shine again.
Time will shed what the world forgets.
Nothing left, washed away.
Come the day washed away all my filth,
Heavens cried; sanctified.
by ursão#
