Standing on a desolate hill, I wonder looking at the sky, Will she ever come back to life, As the rain pours down on me. It's been three years since she's been gone, Nothing can stop this pain, Even though her love remains the rain continues to pour. In an empty house, cold and wet, I search for many clues, Desperate for answers, I find none, But in the corner there is a note and a gun, And the rain continues to pour. This was something I came up with, when I broke up with my girl. Now I'm waiting to find someone who will never leave me. Is there anyone out there who I can be with....only time can tell.
It's often hard to move on but we have to. Get out there, get involved in sports and other activities and you'll meet somebody new. Never allow anyone to own you enough that you're miserable.
the title apealed to me...im sorry but the poem did not... the third stanza kinda seemed a little out of place, and a bit to cliche for me...
