Feeling down. Raincloud, seems to follow me wherever I go.

It is cold, misery, mourning, in dark solitary.

Regrets, decisions, heart-break and cold-blood alone.

Like ice, frozen, lifeless bone.

But somewhere in my life, I can open my eyes and ignite.

Because I have a living personality, I will bloom, spread light, rainbow over the sky, turning to face the sunshine, its my time.

Because that thing we feel when we link hands, we walk the rosy path to heavens lands, clouds are soft, and skies are blue, that feeling's fire, and loves that true.

The End

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