Here I am walking down the street,
With crowds of people jostling about me,
All of them with umbrellas at hand.
Yet, I am thankful for the rain
Disguising the tears streaming down my face.
So nobody can see what’s going on inside.
Sympathetic looks I receive from random passers-by
But no one even reaches out.
No one tries to help.

Under the downpour that masks my face
You would see a broken heart.
Innocence lost with nothing gained;
What is this world coming to?
Promises cracked at the seams,
With lies given to glue our hopes back together.
With this dented society, it seems to be
Nothing pure, will I ever see.  

Broken at birth, our perception warped.
Will I ever glimpse something genuine and true?
Something that has not been changed
By the culture of today;
A something built on uniqueness and strength?
Without a care of who is watching.
Not a thought gone to judging.

I dream that one day all will live in harmony.
But I guess that good cannot be truly seen
Without a few bad things happening,
So we can finally appreciate the good.
So we can learn how to love,
Those small gifts given to us;
Like the smile of a passing stranger
Or a glimpse of the sun when it’s storming.

Still walking in the downpour of rain
But finally learning how to appreciate,
That even though the world is filled with evil,
There will always be some good
Hidden in all this darkness.
Even though my vision is fragmented,
One day I will be able to see
All the good that is around me.