The rage of the storm
Rushed so hard once again,
The chicken flood have strewn
Whilst my lonesome heart fluttered.
I never thought that this
Will be the point of my evoking
All the memories flashed back
All my wounds were hurting.
I saw people, people – they’re happy
And in front of the mirror,
I saw my face jealous,
Obnoxious and full o’ misery.
As the drops of rain fell,
Tears brushed onto my eyes
As bygones be bygones
I knew, can’t be mine.
Stop all this mess
Crap all this stress;
How lucky are you,
To have this lucky dew
How poor am I,
Elbow greasing for a life.
