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Downpour
My heart it is a downpour.
Welling eyes of children on the sidewalk, trembling in the rain.
Calling out in my rear view, begging me to stay.
I have no choice but to inch away.
I never meant to make you cry, you are just a child, one day you will know.
The world moves on outside your window, without your say.
But how can I preach what hasn't settled in yet?
How can I testify of courage when I'm petrified?
How can I be a lantern when I'm still shivering in the dark?
My heart it is a downpour.
Cracking thunder, rolling rain.
Just because I'm grown doesn't mean I'm big.
Yesterday I was you. At the window as heroes rolled away.
Now I'm rolling away, and feeling like I need a hero, as I watch you tremble.
My heart it is a downpour,
Because I tremble just like you.
But no one's there to say I'm brave.
You and I are the same baby girl, that's our secret.
Inside of me is someone like you.
A trembling child, standing in the rain, with frozen legs that can move to the door.
Because goodbye is more of a rock than a word...
Impossible to swallow.
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Grown-ups get scared too. The word grown-up describes a child wearing a mask, because deep down we are all fighting the same battles we've fought since kindergarten. Relearning lessons over and over again. You can grow up, but no one ever truly becomes a grown-up.