The Rain
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I am standing in the Glorious rain,

          Come over me,

                    Flow over me...

Cleans me of my pain.

Take these scars that riddle my soul,

          Come over me,

                    Flow over me...
Make me whole.

Here I wait for your gentle touch,

          Come over me,

                    Flow over me...

It would mean so much.

Shards of glass cut deeply,

          Come over me,

                    Flow over me...

NO! No, this cannot be!!

Ribbons of blood,

          Come over me, 

                    Flow over me...

Now I've understood.

I am to feel the pain,

          Come over me,

                    Flow over me...

And can never be whole again.

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