Rain Drops on the Soul...
On the days of brain block
I wait for rain drops to to heal my soul
It make the pain stop absorbing energy as it takes it's toll,
Wait don't go, there were whispers never heard
A reminder I finder to speak of the kinder words
To align with peace that we rarely find on earth
Time comes first as time ends last
Thinking memories tend to be a thing of the past
The thing that I ask, is for your honesty
Anything less, is considered robbery.