To cry alone. It is better then the rain.
At least then no one can see my hurt.
It seems the cold of winter comes through to the center of my soul so often.
It comes more then once a year.
The sadness in my heart; it is too much sometimes.
To think that I am forever destined to be locked inside my own expectations and the expectations of others is the very thought that enslaves my mind.
I can’t turn my back on them. To do that is to leave my entire life. Then I would have no one, no one.
Yet, to keep on the same road is to end my dreams. I do not know how I could let them go. Still, I don’t know quite how to capture them.
If only there were a way to understand the things that are in the distance. If only we could see the end of the path. Right now though, I can’t even see in front of me. I can’t even see my own road.
Those who live their lives dreaming of the future can never live in the present.
Those who live in the present cannot dream of the future.
And those who cannot find their road, are lost.
Will I ever have a moment in the sunlight, without living in the shadows?
Only if the clouds leave. Only when the clouds leave. They have to leave, they will!
When they do, I will be standing in the sunlight,
and I will have no more tears to cry.