Until It Rains
When I listen to the rain alone; I have no choice. These memories drawn from pain; They are my voice. Yes, I remember when we used to be. But I am a prisoner, and you are free. You still have my heart, Although it beats in chains. I think I can survive this; until it rains. Pogo
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