Thunderstorm

Roll of thunder
Hear my cry
I will love you
Till i die
Flash of lightning
We were meant to be
If only i
Could have made you see
Drop of rain
The tears fall down
As i stare at your grave
Beneath the ground
Dark gray clouds
You were not thinking
Now you're dead
Because of underage drinking

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