hope's surroundings

the cold spring rain
a mist falls apon the ground
it is kinda like the pain
and how it circles me around

and he was a smiling child
his face was pale and cold
talking to him was worth my while
bcuz the same thing never got old
over and over again we would speak
but never did we really connect
until the first day i truely seeked
but then he already left

i did not know where the heavens were
nothing did i know of hell
the good ones raised to the skys i know
and the bad ones often fell
but thats so vague and poory described
for there is no true definition
the only way to find out is to die
so now on life we start ditching

the cold spring rain
a mist falls apon the ground
it is kinda like the pain
and how it circles me around






JC