Growing tired of this pain,
Though impatient, how you fought!
Did you ever make a change?
Won't give that a second thought.

A soul seeming so badly stained,
Looking so rough and wrought.
Though it still seems a little strange,
It's just been through a lot.

There's no need for your disdain,
Don't you know what you were taught?
We all know you're not deranged,
Though peace is what you sought.

Now let all those drops of rain
Help you not be distraught.
Don't you fret now or complain
About bad luck you caught.