Drip, drop,
the rain sounds on the rooftop
Hitting so fiercely, so uncontrollably
The rain, it's on top of the world,
smashing against this rooftop,
feeling as it will never stop
But this rain, starts to
slowly
slide
down
the
rooftop
But doesn't realize it until it's
digging fingernails into the
shingles
Praying to the God above
that He will teach them to
love
Teach them to forgive,
to really live
to be on top of the roof again,
To live right,
and to do
this,
without a fight
But this rain,
continues to slide,
covering it's eyes,
trying to hide
From what's to come,
because here,
is rock bottom
Then here it comes,
the end..
giving up any possible way
to mend
what has been broken
But the most beautiful thing,
blocks the path,
while this rain,
is uncontrollably spiraling down,
while the cruel thoughts linger,
placed into the deep depths of the mind,
by this unforgettable,
town
It caught the fall,
without one stutter,
and this rain,
will be forever thankful..
that God invented
The Gutter
Drip drop,
here we are again,
being carried...
all the way to the rooftop
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