Stains of Wosh


Wosh away the anger

Here I stand beneath

The warm and soothing rain

The droplets falling

Gently down on the terrain

Wosh away the sorrow

All the stains of Wosh

But there's no bar of soap

It's only dry inside

In the mud and sinking deeper

Into a peaceful life

And it will come

Like a flood of rain

Pouring down on me

And it will not let up

Until the stains are clean

And it will come

Through the darkest day

In my final hour

And it will never rest

Until the stains are clear

Until it finds the stains have disappeared

The stains disappear