As The Drifting Rains Encircle
I hear its rusted toll,
Through the winds that few still know,
Beyond death’s bronze shadow,
As the old ones slowly go.
As the drifting rains encircle,
Pouring their melancholy tears.
As the drifting rains encircle,
Pouring their melancholy tears.
Lost sorrows boarded up,
In the wind that won’t let up,
Rusted signs like howlin’ pups,
In the wind that knows no end.
As the drifting rains encircle,
Pouring their melancholy tears.
As the drifting rains encircle,
Pouring their melancholy tears.
A concrete slab of weeds,
Once a school that nurtured needs,
Brimming eyes of dispersed seeds,
From the ghosts of broken glass seas.
As the drifting rains encircle,
Pouring their melancholy tears.
As the drifting rains encircle,
Pouring their melancholy tears.
Pouring their melancholy tears.
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