All your words shower the world with bitter rain,
But I don't know how to relieve your pain.
How can I ease your never-ending ache?
When all you've done is continuously take
The burdens that rest on your shoulder,
I've witnessed your heart grow colder.
Yet, I still see faint glimmers of hope.
And maybe those faint glimmers are what help you cope,
But until you choose to start digging your way out,
I can't help guide you away from this bitter drought.
