Down goes the pour of rain, Washing away my strings of pain.
Rise up the clouds and fly, Lifting my emphatic hopes in the sky.
It all sounds to good to be true, Referring to every thing I’ve been through.
Cause every time luck decides to resurface, We all know it won’t be in front of my face.
Drifting away and away, To someone who it may.
Sometimes I wish death brings no pain, Just so I could hop into its train.
Till then the pressure,
Behind my face and above my throat,
Will always reassure,
Will always reassure, That every words count in my oath.