Rain drops dropping on your dry soul Wet hands now clap of laughter Low in self-steem now flying higher Weak in imagination scared to see a future without her She is deeper than the ocean floor You shallow as a river filled with rocks Emotions fueld by your insecurities Now you are scared to be who you are supposed to be Stagnate in progression so you regress Take a million steps backwards Scared to move forward Fearing the future lacking the idea of growth That one knee will never see the floor Because you can't see a future with her But you hold on to her like ransome While her next one is dying to find her Leave her be so she can be free to find her one true love Her next one