The sky is falling like a symphony
I can whisper my words into the rain–
The ones I have told no one
Tumbling out like a soft lament,
Grieving the things I could never say
Feelings so close but never quite conveyed
For fear of losing, for fear of receiving,
Held back only by my worried, apprehensive mind
Waiting, waiting, waiting, for an obvious sign
Missing the thousands I passed along the way.
Now the rain hears my secrets
Knowing, as I know, that I was my own barricade.