Just as rain pours, so does sorrow.
Down roses it glides before it\'s salt
Finds it\'s way to our parted lips.
Gasping for a breath of some sort
Of positivity. The ground becomes
Nothing more than a well for our pain.
The sea, an everlasting presence of hurt.
Men wonder the lonely streets in the rain.
Women trudge through wet sands on beaches.
Children swim in pools and Teens swirl their fingers,
In lakes of it all. Every drop of all of our pain is shared
So let me share yours.
Let me lift you up and carry you over the sand.
I will be your boat and your umbrella.
A swimming ring.
When you\'re drowning I will always be there.
Even if you\'re on the other side of the world.
Even when you\'re in the middle of a vast lonely sea.
Even if you\'ve never met me a day in your life.
Even when you fool yourself into believing you\'re alone.
No one is alone. Not the sharks or the whales.
Not the sun or the moon.
I will be the sun if that is what you need.
And in your dark, I promise to be light.