I still hear the drops on glass
That come to break silence at last,
One after another they come barging with noise,
And i hear echoes of the rain without any choice

The echoes take me to a place i have been,
Being their is a painful sin,
for the memories and pain that attach to the place,
they keep the happy soul from me displaced,

Echoes taught me it’s okie to cry,
like the sky that’s magnanimous and isn’t shy,
to let go of things you can’t control,
to let your heart heal the soul,

I would hear them all life long,
would see the drops on windows passing along,
The sky has finally taught me to let it go,
it’s okie for me to accept this very slow.

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