There's a hail storm outside, not rain and to her that's ok. It's hailing hard and bruising me and to her that's ok. Beauty sings, ice falls, I bleed. Her voice is soft, it sooths my injured mind... but the hail is hard and makes me cry, and to her thats ok. Wish i could be like her and sing the sting away, but I can't cuz hail never did well with a heart of glass...and to her thats ok. |
Submission Name: Hail Storm
