That red stroke above…
When skies scream out with all their love
The growling of storm, often mistook as anger
The highest pitch voice of God’s clanger
When skies scream out with all the love
That red stroke above….
The pitter patter of drops on my window sill
Where memories hurt, yes, they kill…
On a bed beside the window pane
With the violent attack of the pouring rain
It’s then, when that red stroke above
Do skies scream out with all their love…
With a bond of sharing, caring, deep down and above
On a street filled up with pouring love…
A gentle touch of the hands, the first kiss…
Memories of heavenly bliss…
That red stroke above …..
When skies scream out with all their love…….
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