• When my life has stopped to rain
    it seems like my skin is staind
    when the warm of this home of mine
    It seems the stains are left behind
    They no longer are there
    Nor in my hair
    They have seeped into me
    the rain from the sky of thee
    I remember them
    It was rather mayhem
    but I lay that aside and start a new
    These are my thoughts only a few