Rain On My Soul

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This was just a random train of thought..... and it doesn't quite make sense either!

Submitted: January 14, 2013

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Submitted: January 14, 2013



Sat in my window

Wrapped in a throw

Mug of tea in my hand

Time starts to slow


Rain at the window

Memories in my head

Happy times, sad times

Memories I thought dead


But I'm sat here at my window

Safe from bad things

Listening to the rain

Letting my soul grow wings


I think of all the homeless

Getting soaked to the skin

How miserable and lonely

Have they no next of kin?


I should abandon this throw

And set out to fight

Fight on their behalf

And do what is right


But my attempts would be useless

Who'd listen to a kid?

This needs crowds and adults

Money and homes. Then a lid.

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