How would you like, these drops of rain,
To fall on your eyes, that you closed again?
Why would you not see, the truth ahead?
Why would you not try but give up, instead?
Don’t tell me what is wrong, because, nothing is,
It is all in your mind, how your imagination you cease…
Why would you? How could you give up on the life
That is your gift…?
Get up and walk… Find the light… I will never let you drift.
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