Waterfall

She takes my hand and pulls me out of my body 

Leaving my shell 

And the rain still falls 

Nothing chases the rain nothing holds it back

The rain the rain the rain

I'm just hiding my pain 

And the people watch with masks unveiled

We are all looking for sanity

A point at which people look at you and say she is perfect

FACE IT there is no perfect

We stay in the dark writing what we believe 

Hoping we believe

And you hold my hand 

And the rain still falls

We all hope for acceptance

We hope for remembrance 

And we hope for a hand to hold

And you hair still runs like a waterfall down your back

And the rain still falls 

 

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