i don't know what to do...
i don't know what to do...

222,
what am i supposed to do?
333,
who am i supposed to be?

the Earth it burns,
the sky is raining ash,
the Sun above,
looks like a bloody gash,

Heaven...
haven't we prayed for your reign?
Heaven...
over and over again,

i bow my head to the floor and,
pray to the light,
pray to the night,
for a little rain,
for a little rain,
if only for a little rainfall,

PLEASE let me heal,
oh how beautiful this world can be!

praying for the rain,
to wash away the pain,

(rain falls)

thank you,
thank you very much!

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i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

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