Myth has it, rains are omen; Gods are happy when the sun shines
Personally I feel otherwise, I smile when droplets fall on a pine
Its been a crappy week so far, the clouds hovered when I walked out
It couldn't stay that way for longer, the sun emerged when my toes touched the ground
What started good for me, was spoilt by the God of light
In turn, my friend's heart-break; I know will give him a new flight
He may not realize now, it may take him years
to understand games that gods play, and why they give us tears
come out come out a stronger you, come out come out a winner
if you don't comply with the rules of the game, they may take you for a sinner
mankind survived a million years, with a billion heartbreaks every year
this will become a number for you, one day the killed will become the killer
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