a few words

let me be loved the way i ought to be loved

the way you never loved me

let me fly with the wings you took away

freedom is in the air, i heard

i always feared the end and now
i face the monsters i ran away from

the rain on my windshield solidifies
more than we ever will 

the rain drops connect and share

the strength we never found

you are the prodigal son
with no arms to return to

i look to the painted sky and dream
that my pain is a dream also.