The rain comes crashing down, after the sky cracks open
The gods above are crying, looks like no birds are flying
The sky's all grey and gloomy, making the trees look like they're weeping
But when the storms pass, and the clouds part,
you see the stars, the moon, and everything above we use to dream of being
All of our lost dreams, broken hearts, and misguided wishes
Living with those stars above, dancing under a thousand lights
Building up walls, fighting those who get close
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General Fictionrandom short stories, one shots, songs and other things I've started and never finished. Plus stuff the just pops into my head.
