Rain drops fall from the sky.
Hitting the cracked up pavement. With tears of yesterday sorrows.
Today is field with nothing to speak.But we don't have to.
Because silence screams volume.
Tomorrow has yet to come and diffidently not promised.
but they still acted as if we all going to be here tomorrow.
So they danced a tall tail.
With smiles on there faces and dirty money in there pockets.
Like if they all were long live... and i was lifeless.
Still sitting here . Weeping of yesterdays sorrows.