it's raining, pouring.
can't see tomorrow morning.
it's like the sky's crying,
all fallen souls are dying.
stare at the clouds,
I swear they're blacker than hell,
the universe is falling,
poor soul's are begging for help.
if the sky's really crying,
is it's poor soul dying?
you'll seem to never know,
it's slowly losing hope.
it's raining, pouring.
what will be of tomorrow morning?
I don't think I'll ever know,
like the sky, I'm losing hope.
let the rain fall,
as the universe fades.
it's raining, pouring.
to me, it'll forever be storming.
-(i.t.p)