The rain pours down on such a stormy night,
hollow is the soul of such an eerie sight,
heart as cold as ice as black as coals,
wandering lonely through the darkest of holes.
I have seen so much sadness in my life,
but none compares to a lovers knife,
that scorns and wounds for a world to see,
how deep is that cut that bleeds inside of me,
Along came the angel of light,
who shone like a star so bright,
who lit a path for the dark to see,
forevermore through eternity.
The flower grew tall by the seaside blue,
the wind blows through its petals so new,
the butterfly flutters into the night,
with elegant radience it shines so bright.
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