Chapter 1 - Rain
Submitted December 5, 2006 Updated December 5, 2006 Status Complete | Um....Rain was composed by me and a great friend of mine. without him, i wouldn't be here today.
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Chapter 1 - Rain
Chapter 1 - Rain
Rain
Rain…
The storms are powerful.
How I wish to be out there.
To let it over power thee,
Then you would see,
That all the hatred is on me.
Hurricanes are all wonderful,
Without them, life would be dull.
And just like a friend,
You lose them at the end,
Or in my life,
It'll cut like a knife.
I don't care if I'm killed at the end,
If you even care,
Your hearts will mend.
See through the fog,
There you'll find the key.
Hearts that are broken
Will surround me.
The annual thrill,
Will come in for a kill,
With all the cutting,
Blood is my deal.
For me to have a life,
I have to pay my debt,
And that is that I lose my blood,
And all that I kept….
Will just stay there.
Even with me dying,
No one can restore my soul.
Sing at my funeral,
For I'll need you there.
Cause I'll be gone,
Thanks to a dare.
And I'll lay in a box,
Soon thrown into the dirt,
Covered with rocks,
Will you still care?
Rain…
The storms are powerful.
How I wish to be out there.
To let it over power thee,
Then you would see,
That all the hatred is on me.
Rain…
The storms are powerful.
How I wish to be out there.
To let it over power thee,
Then you would see,
That all the hatred is on me.
Hurricanes are all wonderful,
Without them, life would be dull.
And just like a friend,
You lose them at the end,
Or in my life,
It'll cut like a knife.
I don't care if I'm killed at the end,
If you even care,
Your hearts will mend.
See through the fog,
There you'll find the key.
Hearts that are broken
Will surround me.
The annual thrill,
Will come in for a kill,
With all the cutting,
Blood is my deal.
For me to have a life,
I have to pay my debt,
And that is that I lose my blood,
And all that I kept….
Will just stay there.
Even with me dying,
No one can restore my soul.
Sing at my funeral,
For I'll need you there.
Cause I'll be gone,
Thanks to a dare.
And I'll lay in a box,
Soon thrown into the dirt,
Covered with rocks,
Will you still care?
Rain…
The storms are powerful.
How I wish to be out there.
To let it over power thee,
Then you would see,
That all the hatred is on me.
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smarty2456 on December 22, 2006, 7:12:30 AM
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Who helped you compose this?SasukesChick on December 23, 2006, 2:07:54 AM
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smarty2456 on December 27, 2006, 11:37:21 AM
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I hate growing apart from friends. But friendships are made of three things: Meetings, Partings and Reunions.SasukesChick on November 9, 2007, 9:33:34 PM
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I understand that now.SasukesChick on December 27, 2006, 9:17:56 PM
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huh.......