Thoughts

thinking of these things only brings me pain
the feel of the sting and the roar of the rain
all they do is clash then fill my mind with ask
i try to think of something new so i turn my mind to what i know is true
now thinking of these thing i see to what shes brought
happyness and love shes always there for me
just like a pretty dove shes flying by the sea
the world will have to change so we will grow closer in range
things will always get harder so we must always grow stronger