Child of the Rain

Child of the Rain Emptiness is not a treasured key But neither a silent mockery of space Lessons of humility are quickly ignored by The children of a broken, dying race A search for pride unsurpassed left no residue or trace Just a cocky sense of nothing The pride of life is up on that lonely, wretched peak That used to actually mean something Listening to the tune that the wind did sing Only dampened the atmosphere The pride felt when the top was reached: A blow to the stomach would have caused fewer tears Pride that had been a goal is now the most tragic of fears Salty drops of regret now sprinkle the trail on home Light and darkness formidably mingle in the twilight A constant reminder of how hard it is to desire to be alone But humility and emptiness now seem to set the tone For seclusion into thoughts of sheer pity and doubt Sad mistakes leave an emptiness that desires to be filled Vulnerability in the eyes seeks a way to stand out For any lesson learned there is no easy route And believing the truth may have prevented the pain But experience is the mother of all the living And the father is love; I am a child of the rain.