Raindrops from the sky how far have you gotten just to get here. Thinking of all the things you’ve been through that led you to pour it all out on me. Here I am listening to the melody you are creating from the roof of our little home. The sound of you hitting it but can never get through. How long will you continue pouring? It seems that what you are carrying is too much for you to bear and I feel that you can’t take it anymore so you have to pour it all on me. To me who have always been your friend, a friend that accepts you when you come and lets you go when you must. It’s funny that your sound keeps me calm like a song trying to lull me to sleep.
Raindrops from the sky I’ve been waiting for you to come back.. And now that you’re here I keep thinking that at one point in life people just like the rain will break down and tears will be like raindrops that can never be controlled nor ceased. Like it has it’s own mind, it will stop when it has nothing to give anymore like people who have loved and have been broken, they stopped from trying because somewhere between the lines they lost it.. They lost the one who made them feel alive and somehow they have to stop and figure how to feel it again by themselves..like a liitle kid who fell but got the strength to get back to his own feet with a smile. Kids.. Rain.. Kids.. Rain. I admire them for they see joy in everything and the joy they find when it rains. They seem to know that in order to see the sun again it must rain first, the same as in order to be happy again we must let the pain go. Maybe someday I’ll be able to find the kid in me that was buried because of what life has thrown into me and someday when you pour again I won’t be writing about it because I’ll be out there with you, letting it all go.. the pain, the sadness, the insecurities, and the hate and it’ll be okay because I know that once and for all we’ll have each other in that moment.