The storm came
The arin fell down hard
Soft noise defeaned me
as I sat watching
I fell through the darkness
Fate concealing me from God
Can't see my future
Oh Father, forgive me
I feel sin pouring down,
I see it in the rain
I touch it on myself
I crave it on my head
The clouds came
Cotton like morphine
Clouding his judgement
Salvation at last
I feel sin pouring down,
I see it in the rain
I touch it on myself
I crave it on my head
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