5/11/04
THE RAIN
I sat outside in the rain today and I thought of you
Wished it was into your arms that I cried
Wished it was your warmth I felt caressing me
I heard children laughing, playing
I miss being a child
Children don't have to worry about things like love
Don't have to worry about not being wanted
They can play together and be themselves
But a child will grow up too
And realize that no matter how badly she may want someone
She can't always have him
And her heart will be broken
Just like mine.