Something wicked this way comes
Looming heavy in the distance
Not knowing when or where it’s from
You question then what is it
As sorrows fall like small rain drops
Alighting on your soul
And shivers rack you toe to top
Til all over you are cold
And shame and guilt rain down in time
A steady pouring rain
And shelters out you cannot find
A place to hide from pain
And every inch and every step
Every thing becomes a chore
And we dig deep down to find what’s left
Moving onward through the storm
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