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Staring out the window, the rain is pouring down

Dreaming of the life the person I could've been

Chances are fleeting and preciously rare

For fear and doubts I watched mine sink

A rainbow however brilliant, however magnificent

Is only gentle colors that quickly fade away

The romance of the rain startles me

For inside the shell I live such things aren't imagined

But clearly the rain is the anxious lover of the earth

Thus establishing these spells for the romantic heart

The sunshine brings back memories

Of childhood's foolish fun and one summers freedom

The night is for the restless, as it is now

Why would there be rest for the weary

When the weary are just weary of self

Chances disappear when ignored too long

When they are a savior that you are afraid to touch

They wait for you slowly, gently fading

While you desperately try to reach out

For those of us who'll mourn lives we'll never see

The saddest thing has to be watching the same

To achieve nothing in ones years on earth

Is cruel and unforgiving and hateful to ones self

To impose a prison on your hopes and dreams

Locks you in with them as they torture and tease

With vividly horrible pictures of what could've been

For to live ones life in wonder when life is all but lost

Would kill the heart of the wonderer

Staring out the window as life passes by

The hours, days, years are gone

As the movie of people I no longer know plays out

Singing in the weeping notes of a hopeless lullaby

To a heart that has already decided to die