The Falling

Over and over again
the recurring rain it falls
and soon the noise
drowns out all emotion.

Defiant me, I sit..
Confused, and stubborn,
a fallen warrior.

The rain can see you,
she stands by your window panes,
crying out to you.

Come bathe in her,
come be her sun,
come bring the rainbow.
Familiar words.

Defiance is me,
Why should I?

Maybe because in times of past,
when your sky held clouds so grey,
she held on to make you last,
As the silver lining of your day.

As she falls the last few times,
maybe not all is lost,
but every fallen warrior knows,
Falling apart is easy,

Whats not is letting go.