Waiting for the Rain

Walking through the path of sorrow

So steep, so cold and so dark

We got lost to this place so hollow

We will live and we will die

What if? What if?

What if our words could bring some hope?

Still waiting for the rain

Tripping on this road we follow

So steep, so cold and so dark

Cold-hearted was the fight against unknown

We did live and we did die

Watch how I'm walking through the fields

Ripping off everything I’ve ever seeded

Blinded by the things that could have been

Just let the circles flow

What if our words could bring some hope to these days?

What if we’re walking pass those moments, still waiting for the rain?

What if the happiness could be summoned and show us it’s face?

And we are stuck in our old ways