Water for the Parched Soul

Hopped on the shower

And turned it on

The splash of hot water

Comfort it summoned

/

In the pitter patter

You stifle your scream

The splash of hot water

No longer a dream

/

They trickle down

On your sad face

With your tears and frown

Sorrow they trace

/

And you crumble down

On the cold, hard floor

With your tears and frown

You can’t ignore

/

But then you stop

And turn it off

You rise to the top

And hold it off

/

Until the next time

Until the next time…

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