Someday you’ll find me.
Under all your anger
And all your hate.
Covered by a warm
Blanket of your wretched love.
You’ll remember the calm
Before your storm
And wonder what it
Was all for.
Your eyes will rain
Down tears.
Too late, too late.
Your spring showers
Can’t deliver a sunny day.
No thing can stop your downpour.
No thing will help you forget.
The rolling thunder of memories.
Every night I held you tight.
Every time I let you win the fight.
All those things you exchanged
For your freedom, for him.
copyright june 2006 salvador cordova
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