The clouds cry for you,
when no one else is there.
Rain washes away the pain
when no one even cares.
No one can see your tears,
but the dark sky knows.
See my reflection in a puddle,
and a rainbow grows...
The clouds clear up....
The sun shines through..
Bruises, cuts, and bullet-holes,
They heal up too.
The clouds cry for you,
Rain, wash away.
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