The Rain Comes Pouring Down

Standing on the inside looking out.
Feeling all the pain rushing in like a knife.
Knowing that it will always hurt so deep.
And the rain comes pouring down.
From the sky, from my eyes.

Standing on the inside wanting what I see outside.
Feeling that I can have it all in my heart.
Knowing it is all in the palm of my hand.
And the rain comes pouring down.
From the sky, from my eyes.

Standing on the outside looking in.
Seeing what I had and wanting it back again.
Knowing it’s inside me awaiting the release.
Feeling it grow with a warmth and a glow.
And yet the rain comes pouring down.
From the sky, from my eyes.

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