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Broken in the rains did we never think to wonder of the millions of thoughts had the clouds noticed us long ago. Drops come flying down to suffer anew glimpse at the pavement.
Never again did we think we would dare the sun to never shine, never did we think we would dare the clouds to cry. The winds to flow, the suffering to gather.
Never did we expect the clouds to have heard how we call out to them in range to enlight a new path of broken sorrows and care. But the rain came regardless. And it was there without us.
Because it was us. And the people millions would never think we could dare defeat the clouds, they dared us. Who would've ever known they would be smiling at our defeat.
And the clouds in tears knew the crime they created, but these were tears of mixed emotions as they also knew we were the ones who started the battle.
Didn't think we could've been so bold as to dare the clouds, dare the world.
We dared the trees to grow. The rivers to flood. We didn't think we were this weak to such trivials. Such dismays. We never understood what was life in itself but an enlonggated trivia.
And we never stopped to think, that maybe it hears our thoughts. Our wonders. Whatever it is. Whatever we are. We are no longer we anymore. We are the clouds tears and suns rays as we have into our own complex and dared the world to live.
We dared life to spin. We dared ourselves to die. We dared each other to encourage it.
We never did think to dare ourselves to think for a moment. So what now then? Are we forget part of nature? Are we forever to gives our past people beautiful and warm red showers of blood for eternity as the clouds laugh, as the sun laughs, and the winds and trees and rivers all laugh as our dismay.
Broken in the rains did we never think to wonder of the millions of thoughts had the clouds noticed us long ago. Drops come flying down to suffer anew glimpse at the pavement.
Never again did we think we would dare the sun to never shine, never did we think we would dare the clouds to cry. The winds to flow, the suffering to gather.
Never did we expect the clouds to have heard how we call out to them in range to enlight a new path of broken sorrows and care. But the rain came regardless. And it was there without us.
Because it was us. And the people millions would never think we could dare defeat the clouds, they dared us. Who would've ever known they would be smiling at our defeat.
And the clouds in tears knew the crime they created, but these were tears of mixed emotions as they also knew we were the ones who started the battle.
Didn't think we could've been so bold as to dare the clouds, dare the world.
We dared the trees to grow. The rivers to flood. We didn't think we were this weak to such trivials. Such dismays. We never understood what was life in itself but an enlonggated trivia.
And we never stopped to think, that maybe it hears our thoughts. Our wonders. Whatever it is. Whatever we are. We are no longer we anymore. We are the clouds tears and suns rays as we have into our own complex and dared the world to live.
We dared life to spin. We dared ourselves to die. We dared each other to encourage it.
We never did think to dare ourselves to think for a moment. So what now then? Are we forget part of nature? Are we forever to gives our past people beautiful and warm red showers of blood for eternity as the clouds laugh, as the sun laughs, and the winds and trees and rivers all laugh as our dismay.
