"Alright"

Let it rain,
for forty days,
until the mountains
have been washed away,

I can see my breath,
in the pale moonlight,
and the world is wet,
from all the rain...

And I look at the moon,
She says to me:
"It'll be alright, my child.
It'll be alright."

I felt the earth spin,
then I was back again.
But it all seemed so surreal,
like I'm standing and dreaming.

I'd rather fight the sunrise,
but my body aches,
and my eyes are tired.
Sleep is calling me.

But should I dream,
It'd be of you,
my angel with battered,
broken, black wings.

-I just noticed how this one had a sort of wave pattern to the stanzas. The lines start short, are longest in the middle, then return to about the same length at the end. I thought that was pretty nifty.