The drops tinkling against the glass
The sky is weeping for us all
The sadness in this world
Bears down on me, pulling me lower
Bending my neck under its weight
I feel as if all the troubles and pain
That comes to be in this loveless world
Seek out those of us that care deepest
As if it's trying to bend us to its will
To make us just as the others
Cold, uncaring, heartless and cruel
But I won't give in to this
In the end perhaps it will win
But I for one will go out fighting
I won't stop caring no matter what
Yes I'll be hurt and used and battered
But I will be me and not one of them
And if by fighting this I may in some way
Ease the struggle for one of us
Then my fight will have meaning
And if I inspire just one to also fight
And they in turn inspire another
Perhaps we, in fighting together, can win
Then maybe the rain of tears
Can turn to a ray of sunshine
And a day of new hope can begin