I sit here in my room
and think of a time
when I was free
when I was alive

I remember all those times
you told me you loved me
the good times we had
the memories not yet forgotten

but now there is nothing
left to give
I sit alone in this corner
listening to the rain

as the thunder claps
I see my life
dwindling into the past
crying out for a future

I sit here alone
but the rain brings me comfort
the peaceful sound
taking me back to my memories

as I sit here alone
I begin to smile
for I know a new day
is yet to come

sometimes it's darkest
just before dawn...
 
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