rain drops and snow,
tears fall,
we know,
we have lost it all,
our past is violent,
little is pure,
no hope for the silence,
is there no cure?
we have fought battles,
went through great pain,
like snakes with their rattles,
we'll never be tame,
seeing life with new eyes,
our hope grows,
as our pain dies,
but as we know,
to cut our ties,
true love has been lost,
the pain has returned,
hearts have been tossed,
and lovers been burned.
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