There's wounds in your heart, carving tunnels of hate and sadness. This isn't you, but this is what life has done to you.
It's making you cold and bitter
You are human,
Made of flesh bones and spirit
Your spirit weakens as your load begins to weigh you down.
Your bourdon can't be shared.
You have to bare this on your own kiddo.
But know that the rain cries with you.
The rain knows your pain and she sorrows with you.