May the clouds carry my heavy heart
May the rain expel my tears
May the morning sun guide me home
No prayer
or preceding knowledge
Could prepare my heart
For the pain
Of the betrayal
Of the denial
Or the humiliation
That would surpass
The slices
The scratches
The nails driven deep
May the clouds carry my heavy heart
May the rain expel my tears
May the morning sun guide me home
And yet un awaited
A hand is offered
To help carry the weight
To clean my face
So I can see my fate
To remind me you are there with me along the way
So I can console
So I can reassure
And fulfill my prophecy
May the clouds carry my heavy heart
My the rain expel my tears
May the morning sun guide me home.
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