Rain pounds against the glass,
As the time will slowly pass.
Seems every day is longer,
And I'm not getting any stronger.

The rain pours harder,
The puddles are larger.
I walk into the rain,
But everything's the same.

It pounds against my face,
As I look into a higher place.
Wishing someone could rescue me,
Wishing someone would help me breathe.

Rain falls from the sky,
As I begin to silently cry.
The raindrops are wet,
And I'm upset.

Soaking wet yet I continue to sit,
Feeling my heart beginning to split.
Wishing that someone could help free me,
Wishing someone would help me believe.

 
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