I’m listening to the rain fall
Like the beating of a shallow heart
As it hits my window I stop
And try to pretend that it’s my rhythm.
But I know that I can’t find my song.
I can feel that it’s waiting for me,
My yet to be spoken destiny.
And I wonder where it’s hiding.
All these years I have held onto
The memories of the past
And I will run in circles
Unless I push myself past
The future holds so many open doors
And I don’t know which one to take
But if I wait for another second
I’ll get lost in the storm