Above me sits my story
Carved expertly with a chisel
And driven hard upon a marble stone
Matter be left with nothing but prone
While the ground keeps me from quarry
Above me falls the rain
Seeking my soul’s lorry
To heaven’s gate blessing
Carrying all my sins redressing
Away from the cold naked pain
Above me grows the life
That I ran from just the same
Rain, rain wash away the tears
That brought me all my fears
They were never real shame
Above me is a sun sky
That will forever hold my view
For now, the night has lost its hold
And I will never need feel its toll
Upon a mind’s troubled kind of blue.
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