it's a pity

there are ashes in the tray
left by those who are no longer here
there are memories in my mind
left by those who are no longer near
there are papers in the attic
written a long time ago
there are angels everywhere
that one day I want to follow
there are people I think about all the time
that I never get to see
there are things that I want to be
that I will never get to be

there's a noise in my head...a constant rain...

It's days like this I just want to go home, lift the blinds, stay in bed and watch the rain.