Her tears wash away,
the pain I'm chained to,
But my sky still grays,
And bloodstains, still remain,
After the rains.
On my knees, I kneel,
as i wait,
For my turn to be healed,
Waitin with faith,
For her love,
to end the effin hate,
To shower from 'bove.
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