Waiting for the Rain

Walking through the path of sorrow
So steep, so cold and so dark
We got lost to this place so hollow
We will live and we will die
What if? What if?
What if our words could bring some hope?
Still waiting for the rain
Tripping on this road we follow
So steep, so cold and so dark
Cold-hearted was the fight against unknown
We did live and we did die
Watch how I’m walking through the fields
Ripping off everything I’ve ever seeded
Blinded by the things that could have been
Just let the circles flow
What if our words could bring some hope to these days?
What if we’re walking pass those moments, still waiting for the rain?
What if the happiness could be summoned and show us it’s face?
And we are stuck in our old ways