As I walk in the raining rain.
(Trapped in life, turn insane)
Look and look for the ounce of hope.
(Where's the way of the rope?)
Tutankhamuns' tomb won't let me be.
(Release the doors and let me free)
On and on and on it came.
(Wish the rain would just let me be)
(Chorus)
How does it feel?
(How does it feel?)
How does it feel?
(How does it feel?)
When you're not alone.
When you're not cold inside?
Uncle Roy, just lead me on.
(Didn't tell me I wasn't his son)
Run and run and run, so calm.
(Suicide cuts, on the palm)
(Chorus)
How does it feel?
(How does it feel?)
How does it feel?
(How does it feel?)
When you're not alone.
When you're not cold inside?
I can see the death on roads.
Open deaths' eyes and blink in light.
Push, and pull but you never close.
(Bleed me heart, like a broken rose)
(Chorus)
How does it feel?
(How does it feel?)
How does it feel?
(How does it feel?)
When you're not alone.
When you're not cold inside?

Comments
Beeme | July 29, 2009 - 19:29
I really enjoyed this Pinda. Really emotive, love the chorus :) Beeme xx
pinda | July 29, 2009 - 21:19
Thanks Beeme, inspired by Michael Jackson-stranger in moscow. Search it on utube if you haven't heard it. Brilliant song.
Lennie | July 29, 2009 - 21:49
Hey Pinda! I agree with Beeme really great poem and very emotive, great work mate.
Lennie
pinda | July 29, 2009 - 22:42
Thank you very much Lennie, really appreciate the comment.