poetry knows my pain
and rains on that seed until the weeds need to removed
and my inside are smoothed
or God's uses it as nourishment for the nations
yeah i am His Creation
or His Vision
so listen
my pain is to help
my wept is to warn
yeah the poetry that i perform
or the pain that i feel is very real
yeah like still waters
or raging fires
my lows can get you to higher flows
yeah your insides can grow like a flower
from pain rain-showers
yeah so we both can get power
from my pouring rain
on stain-glass window
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