as i stand and think beneath the elm
i watch the rain fall and fill my realm
like tear drops do they fall
i fight to stand tall.
the flood of passion from tears of joy
still affects me like a little boy
as the rain falls down i see every thing anew
washed away from is the shades of blue
i can see clearly see through the wind and rain
i sail steadly through the sea of pain
as time flows through my hands
like the the grains of marble sand
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if to be naught but a second and then not at all and fight the fiercer for the dream that plagues my distraught mind.
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