The clouds are ready to let the rain to pour.
My tears are shedding.
The rain is falling on my bruttene hair.
The wind whispers my name.
I am screaming out until the tears finally come out.
I am sick and tired of my sorrows.
No, I won't sit on my big black chair to think of my sadness.
I won't let myself to cry.
I will bury my stupid sadness alive.
No, I won't sleep.
I don't wanna fall in love again.
I don't wanna give up someone I love.
I will stop the stupid war in my head.
There will be peace again.
I will learn how to read the Bible again.
I will go back to square one to be calm.
The Bible will help me to be calm and smile again.
