The sun is not coming out today.
The clouds will not let rays come through.
Raining is starting to fall missing everything but the trees that hold the shade.
Listening to the wind, but only hearing the song that no one understand.
Trying to figure out why the pain is running deep.
Why is causing me not to see.
Thinking about the times when we were free but worry but the times when we cannot see.
Not all is right here, not all is wrong.
The words that linger on the lips but hang by the tongue.
The things that we cannot say, but the things we cannot see.
Trying to figure why this is me.
Why I cannot be the thing that you need.
The thing that makes the sun.
The thing that gives you hope, and less worries about love.
Why cannot I you love me again?
That is all I ask the sun.
The clouds just seem to get in the way.