I know you're cold.
And i know it's hard for you to sleep.
These re-occurring nightmares, causing you to weep.
So you keep, your emotions bottled up.
Herded up like sheep.
And wait for the rain to fall.
Waiting for the sleet.
Standing on solid ground, it covers you like a sheet.
Covering your mouth, it becomes harder for you to speak.
Now your body becomes weak; like you've had nothing to eat.
Time has told you're so sick of this. Your angers at its peak.
And as this all goes on, the rain continues to fall.
Tall in the beginning so its life has longer to fall.
Guess love can be painful after all.
He tells me i don't know what it's like to be verbally abused by my own grandfather.
All because he was invited for lunch but told him not to bother.
Things have even become awkward between him and his only brother.
The only one he wants in his lonely world is his only loving mother.
Every week he goes to visit her.
Where she's buried six feet under.
He stays until it becomes humid. Which is followed by the thunder.
When he smells the rain it allows his mind to wonder.
Would his life be the same if his mom was still alive?
Now the rain begins to arrive.
He puts his head to the sky and asks why?
If only the clouds would give him an answer so he didn't have a reason to cry.
Now the rain begins it's pouring.
He turns to the only one he loves and tells his mom goodbye.
Signifying the temporary end.
Of a life time of mourning.
And as this all goes on the rain continues to fall.
Tall in the beginning so it's life has more time to fall.
I guess love is something that can be painful after all.
