By Aaron... cloudy@infowest.com
Date: 12 December 2000
cloudy
The thoughts I have from day to day
when hopes and dreams are turned to clay
as the rain of despair comes pouring down
crumbling my thoughts fall to the ground.
For upon my birth I'm given gifts
and peoples souls I help to lift
but who will be there to lift mine
when I lay hurt, forgotten, blind.
I wish for angels to hear my cries
to steal the pain beneath my eyes
yet no one comes to take it away
my tattered soul will have to pay.
If only someone knew these things
the ones that haunt me in my dreams
someone to hear thoughts gone a-stray
someone to take my clouds away.
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