Watching rain
run down the window pane.
tracing the wet streak.
with the bleak,
outlook on life
for we have to strife,
to get what we need,
and plead.
for some one to love us,
for us!
watching the rain
run down the window pane.
tracing the movement
watching every descent
as it runs away
and tries to stray
from the rest
and be the one which isn't the best
but forced to fall
upon this wall
watching the rain
run down the window pain.
i watch it as it falls,
down like it has before.
but we know it wont last.
it'll all go fast.
and then no more dark cloud
to darken and soak our blouse.
no more rain comes from the heavens,
as the sun shines through high above the heavens
