Storm

A cold tear wet real Running down my face I wipe it away I have no time to cry A fantasy I had made up all in my head A stupid dream A shattered hope Another tear. The delicate droplet rolls down slowly It glitters slightly I look out the window Gray clouds floating on the horizon A distant warning of the storm to come I take a deep breath Try not to let the tears come down not anymore A ruined little dreamer The clouds draw closer the tears fight me as they try to escape Waves of hurt an ocean of pain A rocky shore water crashing onto my world Salty tears The gray clouds begin to pour I look out once more God is crying with me.