I watch the water on the glass.
And wonder how long this will last.
The clouds sheading tears.
When will they realize their fears?
Are just a premonition.
I've been in that position.
Droplets stream down the window panes.
I can't help but feel the same.
Perhaps the clouds lost someone they love.
Someone we can't see, someone above.
That's why I shead these tears I cry.
I hate to say goodbye.
BUt the clouds tears only last til they move on.
While, mine, I feel will never be gone.
I wish there was a sun in me to break through my mind.
Like the one who is the clouds' one and only bind.