LOOKING BACK TO WHERE IM FROM!! part III

26th January 2009
The rain
Beautiful isn’t it?
It pours
It exhilarates
It lets you breathe in the rich earth,
Pure earth, unaltered, unstained. Pure.
With it comes new beggnnings.
It washes away the old.
Washes away the pain…the guilt. All gone.
I crave the rain.
Please wash my pain away.
I don’t care where, just take it all.
Leave nothing behind.
I want to begin.
I need a clean start.
But I cant. This pain it bogs me down.
Pinning me down, till I cant move.
…so rain, please come,
Come wash, come cleanse this poor soul.
This poor broken soul.
Come mend what love has broken…