She was small, hardly ten years old
Heard the stories seen them all
She was too young to understand any of this
but she quickly matured before the other kids did
Every time and when in pain
You can see her crying in the rain


There she goes
Out in the pouring rain
The only time where she opens up
her little heart carrying all the pain
This little girl goes
Goes on crying in the rain


She didn't know her family well
Had no proper upbringing
She thought she was living in hell
Lived behind closed doors
With no fairytale stories
Just a barren life filled with remorse


There she goes
Out in the pouring rain
The only time where she opens up
her little heart carrying all the pain
This little girl goes
Goes on crying in the rain


No-one knew what she was going through
She was a mystery except for a few
Every time she wanted to cry
She would look out the window
With arms open wide
Silently wishing for the heavens to cry


There she goes
Out in the pouring rain
The only time where she opens up
her little heart carrying all the pain
This little girl goes
Goes on crying in the rain


Clear drops from the sky
Mixes with the tears from her eyes
She lets the rain whisper sweet nothings
Before she bids them all good-bye


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