Heartache

The morning rain awakens me as it spatters on my window pane,
It's time for me to start the day but alas it's all become in vain.
The dull grey sky bereft of sun, travels fast upon the wind,
And I am staid and I am still on the outside looking in.

I lie for a while, stare through the window and hours pass me by....

My face is wet and I've made it rain, it's running down my cheeks,
And somewhere in this room with me I hear a voice, a shriek.
A storm is brewing, I hear it's sound it cries in sympathy,
It's then I realise the voice I heard and hear is me.

I sob for a while, and hours pass me by......

The moon shines through my window pane as day turns into night,
and I stand tall once again ready to face the fight.
The wind dies down......You were the wind.
The storm has gone that you walked within,
The tears have dried.....They were my pain,
But tomorrow I'll begin again
Yes, tomorrow I'll begin again.