sometimes the sun
the sun don't shine
upon this jaded soul
jaded by the darkest nights,
down days, and rock 'n roll
sometimes the rain
the rain it reigns
upon this searching soul
searching through the morning dew
for what might make it whole
a hand to hold, a breath of smoke
a book to pass the time
a jaded, searching, restless soul
with a troubled, troubled mind...
wow. i really, really like this. i think it's one of my favorite works. i think its simplicity makes it darker, and deeper.
2 comments:
Ooo.... Nikki's "dark" side!!!
haha it exists. but i'm the happy hippie so it's hard to see.
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