Yer bruised enough to face the flak,
A pining tree felled by a lumberjack..
With yer wobbly knees, keep yerself intact,
Yer straightjacketed eyes gotta sense the finishing act..
They may have boned you down,
know ya wanna turn back and frown,
but you don't react cuz now there's no one around..
Relentless pounding drive you insane,
the same old story time and again..
Then out of nowhere there's this frozen rain,
Freezing al the moments, yer scars and pain..
Numbing you forever, teasing yer stains..
Falling hard on you, to make you beautiful again.
Day in and day out,
this rain floods al the corrupt droughts..
You wonder what its al about?
But its just His way to scream and shout.
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