Away, away, washed down the creek
My silent tears I no more weep.
The dawn has come, the time is ripe
Rise up, my soul, no longer gripe.
Each droplet falls, and in the rain
The stains of sorrow slowly wane.
No more does salt fall from my eyes
Clear, fresh dew drops from the skies
And beneath the skin wipes away fears
Along with memr'y, spanning years.
Calmly I smile, seeing all,
I now will run, not just crawl
And forget the past and all its hate
Resigning myself to unknown fate.
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