Rainy Days

Outside in the cold on this rainy day , no hope , no food , I wish the rich can feel my pain , only if I listen to my parents & the preacher maby I would of live better days , on these rainy days I want to cry I always prey & reach my arms out to the sky & ask god why!, in this world I get confused I hate & love life , me doing wrong , no I refuse, this world so crazy I just stay calm , & not blow a fuse , we was all tough right from wrong, all my brother & sister can work on getting along , because no one wants to stand alone,


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