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I am wandering tonight

To feel the tears of the sky

On my chapped lips,

To sway beneath the pale sliver of a moon

And to wail

For the woes of this weary world.

I cry for a lost childhood.

I weep for dead eyes,

Eyes that stare past you,

Past the world.

I sob for a broken heart,

A broken soul.

I walk through the mist of rain,

Through the sweat and blood

Of the earth.

Shadows split in two,

A trick of the dark.

I stop.

I cry out to the moon,

“I love you!”

I turn my face toward the sky.

“Let it rain.”

I whisper,

“Let it pour.”

I kneel to the ground.

“Thank you.”

I kiss the grass.

“I'm sorry.”

Tears run down my face.

“It will be okay.”