In the rain i'm left crying,
on the ground i'm now lying.
Pitter patter a rain sound
on the rooftop, on the ground.
A prayer I say to beat the pain
as I look at pouring rain.
Hurt inside by false accusing,
some find it to be amusing.
Loss of forgiveness, could it be?
I won't condone while lies go free.
I pick myself up, it's not that bad,
I have no reason to be sad.
They are nobody to that of me,
this is how i'm able to see.
let it go and them ignore,
turn around walk through the door.
The pain is gone and I am glad,
i'm not crying, no longer sad.