Running in the Rain

I am running in the rain

Just running in the rain

Such a glorious feeling

I am happy again

Though clouds darken the skies

And the rain falls in my eye

Blurring my sight 

Making difficult to see the light

I am running in the rain

I am running in the rain

Splashing away

Though the stormy weather

Gets everyone scurrying away

But I'll continue to run

Cause there ain't no scorching sun

The Rain will keep me cool

And joyous always

So I'll keep running in the rain

I am running in the rain

Like a child once again

Though I may be soaking wet

With my tee sticking to my chest

I really don't care

Cause it's so much fun anyway

I'll continue to run in the rain

I am dashing in the rain 

I am sprinting in the rain

Though puddles may block my path

Then I am a child heart

I really don't care 

If my socks are wet

From the water in my shoes

I'll keep splashing in the rain

I'll keep running rain

Will be content again

The rain hides my tears

And drowns my sorrows and fears

Bringing a calmness to my heart

As it caresses my face

Making forget my cares

As I go bounding down the lane

I'll keep running in the rain

I am running in the rain

Happy once again 

Cause I prefer the rains 

To the sun any day

I don't care for the muck

Or that I am down on my luck

No lightening and thunder can scare me

Cause I am happy once again 

So I'll keep running, running in the rain

Letting Go

Letting go is probably the hardest thing we'll ever do. 

Cause we are the hopelessly hopeful, 

never knowing when to let go, 

continuing to grasp at straws, at thin air, 

believing that there's something. 

Refusing to accept things 

are long since gone. 

We continue to hold on tight 

to the point that it's not right.

Refusing to accept 

that things no longer exist. 

What was once alive and kicking 

is now dead and gone. 

Now it's time we bury it and move on. 

We continue to live in 

the glory and tragedies of the past, 

refusing to acknowledge the present. 

We wail and cry of past pains

never truly trying to heal in the present.

We love the sweet pain of sorrow. 

Cause we like a little self-pity, 

a little sympathy, 

to stroke our egotistical heart. 

We continue to hold on, 

like that stubborn tyre 

that refuses to disappear, 

no matter what we try to do. 

We may sing let it go, let it go, 

and quote the benefits of doing so. 

But when it comes to life, 

we can never let go.