It’s been a long walk to hell and back,

Pick up your feet, sun scorched black concrete cracked,

Eventually all that resides in the clouds,

Must come down,

They call me rain,

I never knew sunshine without any pain,

I never knew grace without the profane,

I never knew clean until they threw dirt on my name,

Its all different to you but to me it is the same,

Was it a surprise or was it a mistake?

Sometimes all we are is starlight, electricity and fate

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