Biography of Presley Godson
Just another person with a story, and few ways to express that story.
This mourning I saw it rain outside,
Nature must be crying for someone that died
Man this day is not looking to well, but I will survive.
I watch the depressing rain touch the chilled ground,
Like a weeping person converged on someone’s shoulder, bound.
A time like this everyone needs their family around.
I go outside and feel the alarming rain dropp on my dark skin,