It is not me, it is the sky. They touch my words, And wet my soul, How I wish they'd leave me whole, Leave me cleansed and feeling new, Full of hope for me and you, Let our troubles, like storm water, Be all washed away, Bring us hope and growth, And a fresh new day. Written By ~Sin*ful~ a.k.a. "MeloDe"  Back To Index 
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