Are they dancing in the rain?
Are they dancing in the rain?
Cupping hands towards the light?
Rainbows snaking down the drain?
Teardrops mark the ceiling pane.
Curse my feeble body's blight!
Are they dancing in the rain?
I was once immune to pain,
Danced among them, strong and white,
Rainbows snaking down the drain.
Guilt anaesthetising pain,
Giving breath they took my right,
Kept me dancing in the rain.
Paint a smile and don't complain.
Anger's not a pretty sight.
Rainbows sanitise the drain.
When I'm whole and blind again,
When I lose the will to fight,
I'll go dancing in the rain,
Rainbows snaking down the drain.
Terri )O(
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