A suffering that I cannot explain
The searing pain
Your words were vain
The thunder outside the window
Is a lions roar
It is so loud
Yet the birds still soar
I wish I could fly
With the birds
High in the sky
Away from your knife-like words
The beautiful rain
Flows from up above
The clouds are crying
The drops of water
Drowns out the suffering I cannot explain
This searing pain
Your knives are washed away
This time, I won't stay
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