The days going by are getting in the way of the new morning I'd found at last
It wasn't "next" that I was headed toward
But "bygone" that I was always chasing after
My incessant, merciless memories
Don't seem likely to forgive me
It may not be long before my turmoil spills out
Down cheeks wearied by my fumbling about
Will the rain ever stop?
I've been cold for such a long time
Why does this rain choose me?
Can I wrap myself up in it?
The rain is unrelenting, and it's still coming down today
But tenderly under an extended umbrella
We share our warmth as we huddle close