I stood outside,
and let the cold rain
beat down on me.
Washing away my inequities,
prickling and scouring
my skin as it fell
from Heaven,
tears of the angels
mourning your fall.
I stood outside,
and let the cold rain
beat down on me.
Washing away my inequities,
prickling and scouring
my skin as it fell
from Heaven,
tears of the angels
mourning your fall.