The
rain of the heart
Cleanses
the soul
Heals
the spirit
Makes
us whole
They
ease our pain
And
chase our sorrow
Help
us survive
To
see a tomorrow
Pain
and sorrow
Quite
often consume
Leaving
depression
Move
you closer to a tomb
When
troubles do visit
And
raise their alarm
The
tears that we shed
Can
protect us from harm
So
let the storms come
We
have our protection
The
rains of our hearts
Were
the good Lords invention
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