Sean (darksoul) wrote,
Sean
darksoul

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Summer rain, dripping down your face again...

In the hot desert heat, rubber soled shoes melt as they touch the black asphalt
I'm treading down the white line, trying to keep my feet from disintegrating
Christ wasn't the last to find temptation while starving alone in the beating sun
What I wouldn't give for a cold, chill rain
The type of rain that leaves you shivering and desperate for warmth
In the cold rain, I feel alive
Chilled to my soul, I'm reminded that these old bones still feel
The sweat beads across my brow
How long can I maintain my balance before I fall?
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