The rain is crying on the lilacs

The rain is crying on the lilacs
Nature's teardrops that speckle the sand
And as I sit here slowly dying
This is a pen in my hand

I wonder if it feels like I do?
Can it feel the rain?
Does it know the differences between the seasons?
Is it capable of human pain?

These are stupid questions,
The tulips are laughing at me
People don't realize the absences
And don't see the things I see

I swear I'm not imagining
I know these visions are real
My world is deadly confusing
And so is the way I feel

Teardrops on the lilacs
And pain is buried in the dirt
It's a springtime full of new beginnings
But sometimes beginnings hurt