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Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain
Isn't rain filled with sorrow?
Wonder if I'll see my home again
Will it be dry tomorrow?
Time passes softly and I'm a day older
But still I'm living on days gone by
Ashes to ashes, the rain's turning colder
Finding tomorrow, the ashes, the rain and I
-J. Walsh, D. Peters
All Images Copyright D.Winge Photography
| Guest | 20-Mar-2007 19:24 | |
| purpod | 29-Apr-2005 02:59 | |