SUFFER The rain is falling faster now And me... I cannot breathe Falling so much faster, How am I ever supposed to leave? The wind blowing colder still No sunshine in my days Life, once was such a thrill Now, just a foggy haze The clouds over the sun grow blacker My heart consumes the darkness My brain, now down in shambles They told me that I was hopeless I told my mother there was no God And that the bible proved nothing She said my mind was very odd And for this I will be suffering. W. Ganong