When heavy rain
pours through
whipping winds
like endless tears
ripped from hearts
torn by war,
the world
cries in pain,
the soul weeps
deep
crying in waves
and currents of
grief and fear
like rippled echoes
of darkness.
pours through
whipping winds
like endless tears
ripped from hearts
torn by war,
the world
cries in pain,
the soul weeps
deep
crying in waves
and currents of
grief and fear
like rippled echoes
of darkness.
Come home now, sit by the fire.
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