Over the rain cloud

Over the rain cloud,
I hear a sound.
It calls to me, whispering in the night:
“Have no fear, it will be alright.”

But the wind shakes my windows,
and the thunder roars and bellows.
I toss and turn in my sleep.
The lurking shadows continue to creep.

Somewhere over the rain cloud,
I hear a sound.
It calls to me, whispering in the night,
but nothing is alright.

Day after day,
this stupid cycle is the same.
What is the point of picking the pieces off the floor
when they will be blown out the door?

All I have is this annoying gale
that dulls my day and makes life stale.
There is no happiness or light,
I’d be delusional to think everything’s alright.

After all, that’s what everyone has said before –
that the best place I belong is buried under the floor,
that all I am is a child’s plaything and a stupid whore,
that they never loved me and always wanted something more.

Somewhere over the rain cloud,
there is no sound.
No one calls to me, whispering in the night
that everything will be alright.

There is no hope, no joy, no reason for living…
there are too many pieces that are missing.
The world doesn’t deserve a pathetic body like mine,
that wastes so much space and time.

As I start to do the world a favor,
the sun glistens through the rain, causing me to waver.
That sound whispers at the death of night,
allaying my sorrow and fright.

It tells me that fear is only in our minds,
and the tight chains around me unbinds.
There is more than one point of view,
and these different perspectives teach us something new.

Over the rain cloud,
I hear a sound.
It calls to me, whispering in the night.
I know that everything will be alright.
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As the blue skies fade to pallid gray,
I cheer waiting for the rain.
With every drum beat on the ground,
change is coming – it will come around.