I listen to the raindrops, fall from the second floor.
Her cries are getting louder, it's not raining anymore.
Still the raindrops fall, with no end in sight.
I lie in bed and listen, as morning breaks the night.
I try to wear her shoes, only in my mind.
Life can be so fulfillin', yet brutally unkind.
I can't feel her pain, to say I can is cold.
I have never lost a child, hers was four years old.
I lie in bed tonight, sheltered from the storm,
And listen to the raindrops, fall from the second floor.
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