Some days the rain may fall
And stall the plans you made and all will seem a waste
But do you come around.
Trees are falling endlessly,
You'll find that you are a little more to me.
The highest times the greatest falls,
The rhyming lines of past will soon distort.
I'd call for help but I am fine,
The blinding rain was only in my thoughts.
And all the memories will fade, and time will breathe again.
Of that I'm sure.
My soul is hurt but it remains,
And answers come from more than strains of thoughts.
And I am home inside my skin.
And trust was all I needed to begin.
I am alone besides the wind.
But calm are those who've answered from within.
Some days the rain may fall and stall the plans you made
And all will seem a waste,
But do you come around.
Trees are falling endlessly,
You'll find that you are a little more to me,
But you are coming round.
You are coming round.
