Pouring rains

It’s silent now

As if we’re all resting for the next battle

And there will be

It always comes back

The men come in waves

And when it rains it pours

Sometimes it goes silent like this and I think no one wants me

And then two, three, four

Just appear

And the men fight for power over me

I wonder

I wonder why

I just love power

And so do some men, they love me like I am power too

Am I just a dream of power, freedom, escape?

Do you love how I overcome my chains and you want freedom too?

I can change you but it will piss you off

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