Believe

a day ran by but i'm still waiting for the call that call will say you are okay another evening, wondering it's the night that gets the worst. because it's cold and lonely. and though you like the beautiful rain weather, i'm afraid that no one will be by your side. in my thoughts i paint you a future so that you will remain fighting and strong like an oak tree in the middle of the junk of the forest. so when you return you will be able to try again. and when you do stand up you will be able to fly again.