-home
-personal
-resources
-family & friends
-about this site
-webrings
-guestbook
|
Listen to the storm,
The thunder so loud;
Turn to face the night,
Let the rain bring you down;
Nowhere left to run;
Nowhere to hide;
Nothing that you can do,
Except to curl up inside;
Hide from all the hurt;
Escape all the pain;
You’re left all alone,
In the cold with the rain.
Here we go;
Nothing left to show;
Holding on for life,
But you’re losing the fight;
The flashing of the sky,
Reflecting in your eyes,
As you hold on;
As you realize you’re gone.
You hear the screams,
As you try to run;
Looking on in fear,
As you see what you’ve done;
The blood and the skin,
is washed down the drain;
But you can see it there,
Inside the rain.
Here we go;
Nothing left to show;
Holding on for life,
But you’re losing the fight;
The flashing of the sky,
Reflecting in your eyes,
As you hold on;
As you realize you’re gone.
Maybe someday,
I’ll see you around;
Floating down a stream;
Lying on the ground;
Crying those tears,
That no one can see;
As you stare at the storm,
You stare at me.
Here we go;
Nothing left to show;
Holding on, but why?
We’re just here to die;
You say you’ll be fine,
Just not this time;
Can’t live through this pain;
So let’s drown in the rain.
© Kathy Anne Harrell, 1 October 2005
|
|
