While running in the rain

You will not hear me singing

But a million of broken chains

That tomorrow won’t be swinging

At next words you’ll throw at me

I will stand, and disagree

The world’s not your definition

There’s no need for your permission

 

And never mind

If I can’t rime

From time to time

I need to try

As time pass by

I’m above and beyond

Or beneath waters,

I don’t hear, don’t respond

 

Turn a blind eye

On these so called borders

Explore your darker corners

 

There will be a next train

And again

Abyssal pain

Outside, in the pouring rain

Where I know I will sustain

 

Written by Aina de Lapparent
Edited by Alisa Rasch

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