by Alfonzo Bonofozi

Created on: December 03, 2009   Last Updated: December 09, 2009

Cloudless Storm

The sky is blue,
The rain is cold,
The air is warm,
The night is old.
I am young,
But full of pain.
All I needed,
Was cloudless rain.
It heals my soul,
And cures my pain.
Now your voice,
Is what keeps me sane.
I hear the wind,
Your voice inside.
It gives me chills
 It is my guide.

These cloudless storms,
They make my day,
Here you are lead the way.
Take me to a foreign land.
Hold me close, take my hand

This cloudless storm,
It passes by,
Makes me want to,
Stop and cry.
I hold it back,
And act so strong,
Cause you were right,
And I was wrong.
These cloudless storms,
They hurt so bad,
Looking strong…
I’m so sad.
You have my name,
So call me out.
You are all I dream about.

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