By Nine Life (Author of Graying Light)
Salty breeze hits my face,
The sky is clear and blue,
But its raining down here.
The one presence at home,
Never did I thought I loved him,
Always drunk at home,
His eyes turned dim.
It rained so much,
Cans were no longer thrown,
Debts no longer grown,
I missed him so much.
Salty breeze hits my face,
The sky is clear and blue,
But its raining down here.
Rough hands gently wipe my tears,
Telling me I have a clear blue eye,
The charming smile wiped my fears,
I gazed at the clear blue sky.
Years passed by in the blink on an eye,
Everything happened so fast,
I never wanted but you said its a must,
Small hand holds mine under the blue sky.
Salty breeze hits my face,
The sky is clear and blue,
But its raining down here
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