Rain , subtle rain , nothing but raging drops of rain,
I look upon the subtle sky and find nothing but pain,
Contemplating on the reality that presents death,
Raging on all the paths walked upon that lead to this last breath,
Neither subtlety nor pleasure throughout time could relieve this disgust,
Of relying on the people who presented the aura of mistrust,
Following herds of sheep when given the option to be the shepherd
To hold the droplet of life that presented opportunity and vigor,
To be not able to turn back the events which presented the trigger,
Life may only seem dismal now is what the broken heart gave the option to the mind,
Until lightening struck and a hand held the shoulder tight,
Said to speak the promise long forgotten in fright,
To which the mind conjured up the memory to the words of living all days in bright
To live for undeniably for those who cared in politeness ,
To show them iniquity and tenebrosity have a weakness,
There is hope for everyone i believe ,
Just for those who act and don't grieve.
