I am the rain that falls from the sky
No drop of water is exactly the same There's one for every one Of my worries, fears, insecurities My obsessions and compulsions Each nightmare inside my mind Is its own raindrop
And when they fall together They form a storm And that's who I am- What I am
Because who am I besides a series of doubts? What am I except a danger to myself? I am nothing; the clouds created me They made the rain That'll never make the flowers grow
Unless I am the flower that grows from the ground
My roots are the way I care for those I love, And my determination to do what's right They keep me anchored to the ground
Up from the dirt grows a stem That's who I am, deep down, reaching out To the world around me to make a difference
And the rain still comes pouring down But now I know That I am in the storm and not the storm itself So all the rain just waters the flower And makes it blossom into something beautiful
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