The rain falls soft,
but it's not the kind that drowns.
It's the kind that whispers,
"you'll figure it out somehow."

I've stumbled,
I've stood tall.
I've learned that falling
isn't failing after all.

Not everything fits,
and not every piece is mine,
but I'm starting to see
how the puzzle looks in time.

I'll burn,
I'll heal,
I'll keep what I can.
Life isn't perfect,
but it's all part of the plan.