• The summer rain comes drumming
    in a ballad upon my skin
    washing away an old life
    a life plagued with sin

    I walk a little straigher
    with my head again held high
    Insted of it bowing low
    to who ever passes by

    Now I am unafraid
    of who I am today
    and I feel fear of the past
    slowly slip away

    you no longer blight my dreams
    that caused me so much strife
    you no longer cause me misery
    I moved on with my life