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Streams of Pain
When it rains, it pours, like a stream that's never ending. Whisping away with it my fight that's always bending.
What more can I give to you that I haven't already? I've given you all of me, though your love has forever been unsteady.
You take for granted my presence and say I will never leave, oh how wrong you are as one day you will grieve.
The day you walk through that door and all our stuff is gone, then and only then will you realize I'm no longer your pawn.
No longer will I be your convenience no longer will I be your doormat, to my ears your words suddenly have fallen flat.
The kids and I will struggle and for a while we will cry. Though, I promise this; their stream of tears I will always dry.
