RAIN RAIN

rain rain please come again
do come and wash the plain

of my body and also my soul
that has gone evil and foul
as i don't need them anymore
so once again make them pure
for i can not bear that strain

of the guilt that i've inside
which i can't forget or hide
i don't want to repeat this
and attain the eternal bliss
without regrets or complain

come and on me do fall over
and i will not run for cover
get me drenched make me wet
so that something i may get
from what i've lost i can gain

let me now find the new way
by throwing my tension away
not taking this life too serious
which is sometimes callous
but i am happy with its pain