Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain
Isn’t rain filled with sorrow?
Wonder if I’ll see my home again
Will it be dry tomorrow?
Time passes softly and I’m a day older
But still I m living days gone by
Ashes to ashes, the rain’s turning colder
Finding tomorrow, the ashes, the rain and I

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