Lost all, home is gone,
no more does the heart belong.
Torn views, midnight hues,
and paper rain that falls on
Lost all....all thoughts of time
in the here and now,
for the here and now holds
things no one wants to see,
but there is always that pain..
that pain that is kept locked up in thee.
No more tears. That unspoken plea
for home that is missing, when looted
has been the love dear to her soul.
Letters she'd write to tell her thoughts,
crumpled up in balls of knots,
and her paper rain falls,
tears cried in the unsilent night,
shamed with insecurities and frailties;
unbidden fears creep up
and she feels them swallow her whole.
And still, the paper rains fall
without touching, without washing away
all that weighs her down.
And the only thing I have to give
is my hand and my love,
because life and how it sometimes is-
was never mine to fix.
But no one said I couldn't be a friend,
and that is all I have...
to help you through the paper rains.