This is a really old poem, not sure if I should change it or not...
Rain drops
there falling
I can hear them
Oh, I wish I could see them
But I can’t
I’m trapped inside these white walls
with no way out
But I can hear the rain
Oh, I wish I could run in it
and be free once more
but I can’t
I can’t leave this room
There’s to much pain and sorrow
and I got tired of it all
so now I’m locked away
Longing for the rain
