Here's a story of a girl
Who grew up lost and lonely.
Thinking love was fairy tale
And trouble was made only for me.
Even in the darkness
Every color can be found.
And everyday your rain brings water
Flowing to things growing in the ground.
Grief replaced with pity
For a city barely coping.
Dreams are easy to achieve
If hope is all I'm hoping to be.
Anytime you hurt there's one that
Has it worse around.
And very drop of rain will keep you
Growing, feeds your sowing in the ground.
So keep your head up, Billy Buddy.
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