The Understanding

call me crazy but I'm happy depressed
even if loneliness isn't the best

I have an understanding of all the world's cruel tricks
when you have a broken heart
you realize
everything's in need of a fix

Now I know the rain isn't here
to make me cry and frown
he's here to comfort me
as he poetically pours down

the wind isn't howling
he whispers his fears
and blows on our face
to dry our tears

birds that are no longer chirping
are simply resting their heads

crows are signs that we aren't forgotten
not even when we're dead

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