Sunday 24 February 2008

and i'm alone.

the sky is grey
a storm is coming
the end is near
will it pass?

i hold on
to the umbrella
it never hurts
to be prepared

the storm will leave
houses overturned
ruin lives
ruin mine

this all doesn't rhyme
i didn't try
i can't rhyme
when i'm down.

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