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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