Sitting on her bedroom floor
She
contemplates the rain,
And
tries to think of nothing else
But
forget about the pain.
She
sits and cries and wishes that
Someone
would understand,
She
needs someone to talk to her,
Someone
to hold her hand.
And she picks up the telephone
And
is no more alone.
A friend to talk and share with her
And
try to stop her fall,
By
telling her the best he knows,
That
time will heal it all.
If
she gives it time to stop itself
And
fix it up again,
The
problem solved, the wounds will heal,
The
sores begin to mend.
And she knows she has naught to lose
And
tries to change her views.
Three weeks and three days have passed
Since
that rainy night,
Still
she feels its grip on her
And
still she tries to fight.
Her
heart bleeds less and less each day
And
softens all the strife
She
is thinking more her way
And
living her earn life.
