Stop and smell, listen to the sound of the rain.
When I don't feel like I can hold on any longer.
When the weight on my shoulders become harder to bear.
When I feel my fingers slipping off.
When I feel like I can't wake up. When I don't feel like waking up.
When every step becomes harder to take.
When every decision made is doubted.
When faith is broken and friendships are lost.
When relationships are made and I am forced to remember the past. Should I take the next step? Would history repeat itself?
When it turns out you are the same. Like the rest of them.
When too many sorries are said. And once was more than enough.
There comes a moment where everything seems trivial.
Where the important things become meaningless.
In that five minutes, under the rain, I am free.
When the weight on my shoulders become harder to bear.
When I feel my fingers slipping off.
When I feel like I can't wake up. When I don't feel like waking up.
When every step becomes harder to take.
When every decision made is doubted.
When faith is broken and friendships are lost.
When relationships are made and I am forced to remember the past. Should I take the next step? Would history repeat itself?
When it turns out you are the same. Like the rest of them.
When too many sorries are said. And once was more than enough.
There comes a moment where everything seems trivial.
Where the important things become meaningless.
In that five minutes, under the rain, I am free.