He sits there,
Feeling the rain on his skin,
Like its the last feeling.
All the remorse, all the love,
Feeling the lighting on his skin,
Sits there in the rain,
Like there are no tears.
Just the expressions of pain,
And his hand clentching his heart.
Like theres no more tomorrow.
His tears flow but no one will ever know.
Sitting under the stars that don't remain,
Under the dark clouds and the cold breeze.
Robbed by the feeling of love.
Going so far away,
He sits there under the rain,
Holding his hand to his heart,
He cries and wonders,
Will it ever make sense again?
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