Playing rain dances slowly in the fall.
My new became so old.
We had our way, experienced it all.
Untouched by autumn's cold.

It seems so strange now; the paint has chipped.
The world just passes by.
Faces fade, the seeds of dust,
make my tears run dry!

I'm the only.

I'm walking in my field. I know the sunlight listens.
I am the only.

Watching rivers flow. The water comes and goes.
It feels like life again.
Sell me some of those white picket fences,
so I can fence it in.

Always raining. Our world always rains.
It seems we never see the sun.
But, I'm dancing, the cold dark comforts,
and I'm the lucky one.

I'm the only.

No frame around our picture; just me and my friends.
We're scared and brave, weak and strong,
thinking life never ends.
My face is darkened, darkened lightly.
I was suffering within.
Sell me some of those white picket fences,
so I can fence it in.

I'm the only.

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