Tears From My Window

I stood alone by a wall that was grey... I tried to remember a different day... With my hands I sketched a window to maybe see... I felt the cool breeze as the drawing flowed free... But all I saw was a picture of pouring rain... And only myself with a paper umbrella as my friend... I stepped closer to blow a kiss and make for me a sun... But then the sky melted and the scene made a run... It washed down the wall and at my feet it wept... So I crawled back to bed where in the dark I never slept... As I dreamed awake the rain stopped with the window dry... But still the floor was drenched from a wall that cried...