Let the rain fall
On tin roofs
On wooden doors
On scattered concrete
On mending hearts
On praying soul
On despite plants
On thirsty blue jays
On eager hands,
Looking for a way to clean the shame of yesterday
Reign on us
Love always, Ayesha ❤️
Reign
Let the rain fall
On tin roofs
On wooden doors
On scattered concrete
On mending hearts
On praying soul
On despite plants
On thirsty blue jays
On eager hands,
Looking for a way to clean the shame of yesterday
Reign on us
Love always, Ayesha ❤️
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