a raindrop
a rain drop
A rain drop falls, so I look to the sky. And see something beautiful with my own eye. As raindrops paint the canvas of a time kept deep inside me. For day's held near and times that I envy. How is it that so much in life is left un-done. So many thing's that never ended, and some thing's happed that wasn't intended. For the many times' I miss. For the times that I wished that could freeze time to be kept in my heart for bliss. But the rainy sky alway's comes back. To continue it's mysterious orchestric symphony. Only to capture another memory. Composing upon the canvas of the mind. upon commemoration, bring's only depression for wanting to turn back time. For the bounty's of life are insignificant in comparison to the memories of life.
A rain drop falls, so I look to the sky. And see something beautiful with my own eye. As raindrops paint the canvas of a time kept deep inside me. For day's held near and times that I envy. How is it that so much in life is left un-done. So many thing's that never ended, and some thing's happed that wasn't intended. For the many times' I miss. For the times that I wished that could freeze time to be kept in my heart for bliss. But the rainy sky alway's comes back. To continue it's mysterious orchestric symphony. Only to capture another memory. Composing upon the canvas of the mind. upon commemoration, bring's only depression for wanting to turn back time. For the bounty's of life are insignificant in comparison to the memories of life.