Thursday, January 18, 2018

Dirty Pain

Climb off your troubled throne 

Spend some broken time alone 

With all the guilt and shame you own 

Then wash it off and let it go 


The dawn is born to tearful eyes 

That pour out with our useless pride 

Let flow all of your dirty pain

Fall again and rise like rain 


The rain brings back the rivers dry 

And resurrects what stays alive 

The clarity brings back the shine 

We thought we lost with passing time 

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