Those hollow city lights;
A constellation of a dream
in an orange foggy night
I no longer see myself-

the rain,
turns it all to gray- again.

Misery and firelight
paint pictures in the night.
Black smoke and dark clouds-
A mirror turned inside.

The rain
washes it all away.
And its always the same.

Can't wash this all away.
It wont make scars disappear.

It's always the same.

The moon, it fights the sky
and those hollow city lights.
The dove tries to fly
on winds of high.

The rain-
turns it all to gray

The water bites the flame;
Fire left for ash.
Wind blew it all away-
you can't ever get it back.

The rain,
turns it all to gray-again.

It's always the same.

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