The sky cries your death
while beautiful music plays
Oh, don't deny my loss
My love has been hung
high on that cross
Rain blends with tears
No one see the agony wash my face
but it drives me to despise God's name
The rain doesn't lie.
It cleanses your blood
Your blood....
hardened red blood
encrusted deep within my hands,
beneath my nails,
melting in my hair
Your blood red life
breathes through my soul
dispensing your hatred
but the raindrops do drip,
washing pain away
it has removed everything
except the memories
for they make the rain stay

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