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Crystalline passages line all my walls So many choices, so many falls How long shall I have to wander these halls Beating myself up for answering calls Calls that echo along the spaces Voices that fill my head with faces So many lives, so many places Looking for those who have seen the traces Traces of tears that run down my cheeks Crying aloud but nobody speaks How long has it been? I think maybe weeks Echo returns the sounds of the shrieks Shrieks of despair, of pain, of loss, Hanging myself on my handmade cross The pain that's inside, it needs no gloss Take my lives out, just give them a toss Toss them around; my heart, it won't mind I've gotten used to being left behind Sometimes I think that I must be blind Always I'm searching, but never I find. -Why is this poem called "Rain Falls"? Originally, I wrote it as a song, the chorus follows: Rain falls down, I can't learn to fear
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