Sunday, August 1, 2010

Wash Away.


Sitting in the rain, asking father for forgiveness, Wash my sins away. Today will just be another bottle of memories. Today will be the past, Tomorrow will be a dream. Who am I today, Who was I a minute ago. Time never stops, Ticking away our sorrows. Movement of the wind, Dancing with the grass. drip, drip, My tears run, faded with the rain. I rest in peace, wishing, wishing, wishing. I sit and watch the millions wishes of the people soaring with the clouds.