Wash My Soul

 

Rain, rain, rain

Pouring hard from the darkness sky

Millions of cold water falling down

As hard as the meteor collided with earth

Here I am on the cliff

With my open arms

Ready to take the ritual

Getting rid of my past

Soak me hard

With your cold water

Running through from my head

To my Toe

Cleanse my mind

Empty my heart

Take away my pain

Steal my memory

Washing my soul as clear as a crystal glass

Let the clear sky as my new path of life

 And the sun will be my guidance

December 2004