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I lean my head against the glass
of the chilled, cold window.
Feel of cold pulls me
back to memories of the past;
I fell down on the ground,
colored stones with my blood...
I saw myself from a far,
my wounded head glowing red;
I wanted so to let go but
something still held me down...
I await for the rain to wash away the pain;
Down by grace all the fears I face everyday...
I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;
Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life.
I close my eyes from the world,
mourning in the hearts of wise;
Painweighted and sorrow filled;
still I wait for the grave...
I await for the rain to wash away the pain;
Down by grace all the fears I face everyday...
Painweighted...
I walk alone my path
in emptiness of the night;
Under the darkened and
painweighted cloud of life.