THE TEAR DROP
Why do the raindrops on my window look like the tears in my face?
It's as if the heavens knew my heart.
Its dark clouds resemble my sorrow,
So heavy, I couldn't stop them pour.
The gush of the wind around,
So strong, I'd wish it could let my emotions soar.
...That I may be numb,
Numb, as the rock of which the strong drops fall.
Numb, as the ground accepting the dirt of the earth.
I want to be stronger.
To accept the pain..
To move on and live again.
That I may open my eyes
Waiting for a little light
Wishing for the rainbow's sight,
Hoping to love again.