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I'm so tired of all that is real.

I'm so tired of all that i feel.

All i want to do is run away

far to a place where i can stay

without pain and without fears,

without worry and without tears.



Lord bring the rain

and wash away my pain.

Make my broken heart whole

and mend my mourning soul.



Lost in an unhappy world,

I sit in the corner curled.

Can't find my way out of this place.

Can't seem to find your holy grace.

I struggle and fight to live each day,

but I just can't find the way.



Lord bring the rain

and wash away my pain.

Make my broken heart whole

and mend my mourning soul.



Is there a point to my life?

Does salvation come from a knife?

If only I could be wise

to discern truth from the lies.

Would happiness greet me then?

Would this game of life i win?



Lord bring the rain

and wash away my pain.

Make my broken heart whole

and mend my mourning soul.