My mind is viciously burning.
If only you could see that
Inside my head it is pouring.

The thunder of problems deafens
And the lightning of hate blinds.
The wind blows away any happiness
That could be used to calm the tides.

I am standing alone in the rain,
Trying to find the nearest tree.
Maybe there i could climb high enough
To escape the problems killing me.

No one could understand my pain,
Not Even the “one with love so true”.
All they can say is “I’m sorry”.
I guess that will have to do.

The oceans start to calm,
And the sky begins to clear.
But that’s when I realize,
I am only starting to dream…

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