just to replaced another day.
what I held sacred is washed away.
gone,wasted,flowing away.
My struggles come and go, beginning to end.
sorrows more than one ,flows.
on my knees for mercy
wishing for rain
to fall on me.
wash me away, drift away
so for all my tomorrows pain.
I will always have the wind and rain.
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