I sat in the rain watching the train pass through town, clouds break and the sun appears through, we’re all waiting for time to pass.

Walking home from another day watching the rain and train I find myself alone again singing along to the song on the radio. I listen to the words expressing the things I never find the words to contain how I’m feeling right now.

Sitting alone I find words but the meaning of these words is lost to time.

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