How do the raindrops know where to fall?
\nAnd just how many really fall each time it rains?
\nHow often do you sit and listen to the millions of raindrops land in puddles?
\nHow many times have you sat and cried as the night fell?
\nAnd just why do the tears stop when the sun comes up?
\nHow many different ways are there to express these things?
\nWhy do the clouds move while the earth seems to stand at a still?
\nWhy does the dew sit so still on the morning grass?
\nHow does the night know when to come and go?
\nWhy does the flower bloom when I know it shouldn’t?
\nAnd the noise of a breaking heart has never been more silent.
\nWhen the voices subside, and the emotions are gone.
\nWhen you realize the reasons you’re crying, aren’t really reasons at all.
\nWhen there’s nothing else left to live for, and all hope is lost
\nThere’s always a light, at the end.
\nWhy do the stars know to shine each night?
\nAnd why does the moon smile, its sinical smile?
\nWho tells the trees to laugh with the wind?
\nAnd who tells me that I’m the one who knows it all?
\nWhen does the snow stop falling?
\nAnd why does the sun melt through it all?
\nIf everything were silent, would my tears make a sound?
\nWould my pain make an audible noise for you to hear?
\nWould you notice, and would you care for me if it did?
\nA vague smile from far away, resembling a faint laugh
\nA torn up polaroid laying in traffic
\nQuestions nothing to myself of being who I am
\nIf the past relived itself, and you were still would, you you be disappointed?
\nIf the raindrops fell, but missed you, would you be concerned?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How do the raindrops know where to fall? And just how many really fall each time it rains? How often do you sit and listen to the millions of raindrops land in puddles? How many times have you sat and cried as the night fell? And just why do the tears stop when the sun comes up? How many different ways are there to express these things? Why do the clouds move while the earth seems to stand at a still? Why does the dew sit so still on the morning grass? How does the night know when to come <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":171,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"song.php","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n