Rain, you drizzle on me and I wonder as I walk a dozen miles…
I believe you are nature’s pain, and it is a matter of now.
Because the past is crying in your present, and I figure I tug at your lesson.
What was it that made you pour your sky’s soul?
I won’t tell a soul, its just for me to know.
I will keep your secret tucked, and stuck in mine.
My soul respects yours because it is just like mine.
I have demons and pain untold.
But can we share ours as I walk under these clouds?
I do not want to walk alone, anyhow.
Say yes, as I am a kid without my ego.
I really would like to know!
Maybe, I won’t feel so bad.
Maybe, I’ll grow out of the pain from your rain.
Somethings, will never be the same.
But I want them to.
I like comfort too…
I am a perfectionist, and I like growth.
But I think maybe, really, I just want to be held, and to hold.
Wait, I figured it out!
Tell the winds to not blow on our clouds…
Love, is our answer rain.
Love, is the answer to our pain.