Let It Flow

Drip Drop
Drip Drop

The pattern never seems to stop.
As life comes passing me by,
no one caring to even try,
try stop the infinite cycle.

It’s really no use to pry,
it always comes back after a while.

Drip Drop
Drip Drop

The pattern continues to play,
overthrowing anything in its way
It breaks away from its restraint,
washing away my faint war paint.

Drip Drop
Drip Drop

The pattern is beginning to slow,
as the pain begins to grow.
Grow to replace the fears,
until my next session of shedding tears.