My hopes were lower than the floor of city puddles
Until, until
The sunlight came which was your name
And evaporated me into the clouds
And now all that's left is the little sounds
Of the new me falling all around
With a ripple I change
Becoming rain
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
My hopes were lower than the floor of city puddles
Until, until
The sunlight came which was your name
And evaporated me into the clouds
And now all that's left is the little sounds
Of the new me falling all around
With a ripple I change
Becoming rain
