I stood in the rain, allowing the stream to wipe away each particle of unaware emotions. Additionally I was subconsciously programmed to stand in the dirt of deceit, I stood in the mud of guilt as I knew tempted war wounds of forgiveness permeated my veins. I had to show you that even when the sun didn't shine I stood beside you. Bring your umbrella of embodiment profusely I adore your enabled factor of brown skin. I jumped inside the Lions den, your soul being my piece of paper as I wrote out each sin. Where do I begin, becoming soaking wet enraged within, I stood in the ran. Proving that nobody would ever fight, this long and hard battle besides me for him. He no longer could ask that underlying question, can you stand the rain? Cause I'd go to hell and back again... over and over again for nobody else but him.