“The little that he sees, is nothing he concedes”…

rain

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Broken, full of doubt…
He stands crying in the rain…
Shouting; “What’s it all about”
Praying someone will explain…

His tearful eyes are open…
But his tired mind is closed…
Yet he keeps on hoping…
For the truth to be disclosed…

Demanding; “Why does life go full circle…
From cradle to the grave…
Who decides my life cycle…
Am I just their slave”…

He’s always looking for the answer…
And begging for a sign…
From the Devil and Voodoo dancer…
To the flame upon the holy shrine…

He’s been forever searching…
But never finding peace…
Always ends up cursing…
False Prophets and the Priests…

No answer to his question…
One that’s old as time…
Not a hint or a suggestion…
Just life’s mountain left to climb…

He doesn’t know where he’s going…
Unsure even where to begin…
Not sure what he’s doing…
Should he laugh, cry or simply give in…

Every moment he wants to scream…
Every second he feels despised…
Because nothing’s as it seems…
He refuses to believe the lies…

Faithless, full of doubt…
He stood alone in the rain…
Trying to work it out…
Is life really worth this pain…

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