The River

I woke up this morining and saw a gray sky
I began to wonder why.
With my weary eyes, I opened the door
And saw the rain begin to pour.
In my life, I wanted no more sorrow;
I begged and begged on my knees.
I never thought it would come back to me,
But there was always tomorrow.

I went back inside and began my routine,
It was the old akin scene.
As time went on, I heard more rain falling down
And on my face came a frown.
From the corridor, I came to the window
And raised the curtain that hung low.
From the window, I saw the turbulent storm
And a river that had formed.

I could see right from afar
There was alot more rain to come.
I could see there would not be a star
That would be out for nights to come.

The sun went down and the night came my way,
But the rain was still pouring down.
I was wondering will this ever go away?
Will this go to another town?
It was midnight and I was very tired--
I decided to go to bed.
While hoping for what I never admired
To be eventually dead.

The rain had ceased the next day
And I saw the river that still flowed.
And since it had washed everything away,
All that was there no longer showed.