Untitled (calling me home...)
By Brinneall
when everything falls awaylike rain on a window,slowly rolling out of meoutside where the wind blows freeI look to the sky to find a piece of methat I lost to the starsand the clouds above big, black rolling cloudsthey take away the sunshine [bright bright sun]and make the darkness come again.all it does is blind me,and when I can't see, I fall [i fall so long and far.] and when I finally stop falling I hit the ground so hard, the only light I see is the stars above my head gently calling me away from this place gently calling me home...-Jada Marie Andrews © on Aug 26 2001 10:32 AM PST 0 • 12
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"when everything falls awaylike rain on a window,slowly rolling out of meoutside where the wind blows freeI look to the sky to find a piece of methat I lost to the starsand the clouds above big, black rolling cloudsthey take away the sunshine [bright bright sun]and make the darkness come again.all it does is blind me,and when I can't see, I fall [i fall so long and far.] and when I finally stop falling I hit the ground so hard, the only light I see is the stars above my head gently calling me away from this place gently calling me home...-Jada Marie Andrews © on Aug 26 2001 10:32 AM PST 0 • 12..."