Years, down down the line, For a while, I spoke in my brain, Just to tell the tale of the rain And how I didnt like the rays of its sun I wanted to speak out yet! Of how the sun shrinked my skin And how its rays, scorched my beauty I wanted to shout yet again! To let the world know of its immense, How many stones, I flew to the sky, How much I battled with its rays
That was not the story, It was all about the heart, How the burn was intense! And I hated the rays more, I hated how heavy it all was, I wanted light but not that of rays, Maybe the light to neutralize the weight!
She tapped me, And maybe I had forgotten, I needed the ray of hope, But too late, the rain washed it away!!
Speaking of a soul that distances itself from holding on to a hope, it had once lost.