"It cascades down my window pane
The rain that falls from the sky
Its descend reminds me of the pain
Experienced from my last try
The agony, hatred, and all the shame
In the last midnight cry
Still lingers with me to this day
It has never left my side"
When I relay this story to other folks
Some sit with arrogance and pride
Others have the same story that I told
And the rest listen wide-eyed
When the folklore is over
And everyone is ready to say goodbye
I sit and wonder
"Did I do it right this time?"
One large hand on my broad back
And the glow of a warm smile
I know who it is without looking back
And I feel better on the inside
