StreakThunderstorm

Why, when you leave, does your world go away? The image you've set goes fleeting astray. Held on so strong to keep demons at bay but now that you're back who will handle the fray? Why, when you stood, there was sunshine in your heart... But secretly yearning for your trip far apart? Did you want to make waste of the feelings you start... Or would you much rather never have felt and begot? Why, when you sing, your song's caught in the rain? All I can hear is distraught , the pain and disdain. Have I been the one causing all of the rain Or is there something much bigger to be cause for the blame? Why, when you go, will your world go