Rain falls down and gathers on my window
the wind whispers in silent souless sighs
lightning tears across my mind
and I feel the end of time
A toothless old man gibbers about the way it once was
and a screaming infant cries to a future it will never see
and against the seas a place is drowned in a painful present
And I am in the middle like a mountian without sand
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