Wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow the streets with the rain.
The ocean takes it far away
To places, we cannot say.
Where no one can feel its sharpened sting
Or know the infliction it may bring.
Let the rain grow harder with might,
Hailing on this dark, fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain,
Standing clean and free from the pain.
I hold my head high to the wet spray
as it turns into a mist of gray.
Once the faucet has shut for the night,
I’m left at peace with the coming light.