Rainy Day
I’ve been thinking of the old days, at the river bed
With many people walking here, every night and day
As I sit and wait my turn, next to our favorite spot
I’ll be thinking of you, on a rainy day
I remembered when we laughed and played, at the river bed
Splashing and having lots of fun, saying sweet little names
Years and years I would remeber all the things we did
Then you were taken away, on a rainy day
I’ve been sitting here lots of days, at the riverbed
Staring off into space, with you in my head
Thinking about all the fun, when I come your way
But until that day, I’ll just sit and wait
And I’ll be thinking of you, on a rainy day
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