Rain hammers away the sorrow
but will not rinses my soul clean
of the damage that’s been done
by all the words I didn’t mean.
The water rises over the walls
that I build to keep you out
and now they crumble and leak
and no one can hear me shout.
This flood that I created
is the product of your tears
which flow freely now
but have been held back for years.
Autumn Siders 