Rain On My Parade

Building my life as i want it.
everything in order and nothing out of place.
most people love the way i do me,
and others hate.

i cant control the mind of others.
and the weather man cant control the weather.
windows, rain, pleasure, pain
my worries left
because my head is right.

is evil good?
or is it just good evil?
whatever it is, just dont rain on my parade.

by carrell hawkins

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