The rain drops keep punching the defenseless glass
The echoes of the storm shatter the sheets
The warmth goes away
It floes trough the night
Into a blizzard coldness
You wish it hadnt rained
You wish it hadnt stormed
You wish it hadnt snowed
You wish...
But the debris are there
The broken fragments of cloth are there
The scars are there...
Leaving you with no hope
Lusting for a spiritual replenishment
A holly renaissance...sculpted in a personal rebirth
