Never saw the rain fall in the winter.
I only heard the storms at night.
I tried to run and hide, but the sounds only grew louder.
I think to my self where can I go?
This place is an open field, but I feel box in without a single soul.
I look up and I see the storm coming closer.
My dreams to live are running from my will to live.
I have it all it seems, but to me it is nothing at all.
My eyes see something that my heart cannot feel.
I cried all my tears, and I keep trying to cry more.
My thoughts are no longer mine.
The rain is coming down and the storm is getting close.
I keep thinking it is my time to go.