April
As tears fall while clouds darken
Before thunder strikes
When tears water this garden
I think of my unfortunate reality and skys cry
Until cold rain turns into crystals
While the rain washes my misery
Once my heart stops the pistols
When triumph strengthens my inner me
The thunder will be my voice
And the wind my pencil
When angels fly in April
As the pain becomes numb
So that you will see your rainbow
Once you appreciate a storm the lightning will illuminate your dark tunnel
And you will see your beautiful reflection on the puddle