Heart drowns in endless sorrow infinite
Gray clouds gather covering the sunset
The music fades to the beat of regret
Lonely washes her hands in rains that flood
Why has the window closed off the beams?
The sprouts are covered in the sliding mud
Downward plunging to the valley below
Being buried in the deep trench tomb
Where the dreams that once walked die
But one ray would bring the sunshine
Inspiration would end clouds that pour rain
Sky watching for that golden lined cloud
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