Crying Rain
Pitter patter sounds as the rain falls down
There he is, his head hanging low.
Nobody knows if it's his tears or the rain,
That pour down his cheeks again and again.
All they know is that he stands there,cold and alone.
Outside the entrance to his broken home.
Another yell pierces the night,
as yet again his parents resume their fight.
Among the noise and commotion no-one sees him go,
Head bent down,hands in pockets, slow
To leave but determined to go......
Pitter patter sounds as the rain falls down
There he is, his head hanging low.
Nobody knows if it's his tears or the rain,
That pour down his cheeks again and again.
All they know is that he stands there,cold and alone.
Outside the entrance to his broken home.
Another yell pierces the night,
as yet again his parents resume their fight.
Among the noise and commotion no-one sees him go,
Head bent down,hands in pockets, slow
To leave but determined to go......
