Raindrops
When I was a little girl, I loved the rain.
I’d sit in the window and watch it fall.
Or I’d go outside and dance around in it.
This was all so innocent and so was my life.
I’d sit in the window and watch it fall.
Or I’d go outside and dance around in it.
This was all so innocent and so was my life.
Later, rain never brought me joy, just pain.
As I thought of all the dirt in my life and stains,
a downpour could wash away, but never fully erase.
I linked rain with sorrow, I’d long for a sunny day.
And when that day came, I would want for another,
realizing all the while I was wasting precious time.
Even more, I was wasting my valuable mind.
And I wanted to move forward.
But, it was too late.
Pessimism told me I had already sealed my fate.
I was ensnared in consequences,
my only escape would be to fly.
I figured I’d better try, for the sake of my sanity.
I closed my eyes and concentrated,
and in the process I prayed;
Please God take me away from all the mistakes I’ve made.
