It's Raining
It's raining,
Raining.
They say the angels,
Are crying.
But for what?
It's raining,
Raining.
Who am I to question?
Who am I to wonder?
The angles dry their wings.
It's raining,
Raining.
Who's crying now?
The rain has slowed to a standstill,
Yet the pain still remains.
It's not raining,
Raining.
Why am I crying?
It's not raining,
Raining.
Fear of what will become.
Fear of the moment,
Fear of the past,
Fear of the future.
It's raining,
Raining.
They say the angels,
Are crying.
But for who?
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