Sun, 10/05/2014 - 07:42 -- tanpr9

The rain pours down,

flooding all around. 

A clown with a frown, 

pain knows no bounds.

Sleeping with so much discomfort, 

reliving all that is suffered. 

When it will end is wondered. 

A moments second is all you need,

the high you receive 

can't be retrieved by weed. 

Knowing our god won't leave 

is enough for our soul to feed. 

So kneel when you frown, 

smile when your down, 

because our God is always around! 



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