i play with the rain drops
dripping on the window pane
trying to catch them
but still lurking away
they spin themself down again.

this room dark and dim
gathering dust from yesterdays sunshine burst
coloring my eyes grey
as sadness behind my eyes lurks again.

are you there? i ask gently
a soar voice i hear through the rain
just painting the lonelyness
i somehow gathered upon myself.

are you there? i ask again
and a child looking back towards me
out in the rain looking lonely at me
fades with the rain
without waving goodbye.

seems it was me
13 summer beneath
the past spun of grief.

do you belive in angels?
i ask myself with a frightened voice
yes i do and
and i smile for a little time
even seen one
though she had lost her wings

oh how i miss her...

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