Sunday, 11 December 2011

Each time it rains down over a summer day…

A heart full of pain on a cloudy day;
Ages have gone by since he went away
Yet the heart is still sore
Each time it rains down over a summer day…

She told him to stay
She did explain, she did try, she did pray
But he went away before
They ever had a chance, seasons later on another summer day…

What stays is overwhelming defeat;
The feeling of being empty inside
Without the courage to hope again…
Why pretend to be happy, why not simply admit
That you’ve been turned down and left aside
Alone to deal with your troubles, in times of pain…

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