wait on me

it's raining outside again.

here's a song i wrote:

with every pitter-pat on my window sill
my eyes grow heavy
my body lay in a quiet still
i am ready
to sleep
sleep
sleep
as i watch the rain fall
i understand what it means to weep
not only for the ones who crawl
but also for the ones who use their feet
weep
weep
weep
though they are just little drops of rain
they make up the flood
though you think it's just a little stain
it called for all of my savior's blood
bleed
bleed
bleed