Walking alone with a lot on her mind,
Giving the world, a thought for the blind.
Whatever stops her from being who she really wants to be.
Flying high, and longing to be free.
Holding the umbrella over her head,
Hoping the rain, doesn't stop her for dead.
Feeling every drop that touches the ground.
Trickling her fancy, because your never around.
Surrender to what is up ahead,
A nasty storm,
Not in the norm,
Listening to what the news had said.
A dozen of raindrops, falling on everyone's head.
Catch a glimpse of what you had missed.
I am sorry but your lips were the one I had kissed.
©terrylin53
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