The Storm

The Storm
By: S. Rachele Chappell

Wish I had my old friend to talk to.
Pain, she's always knocking on my door.
Happiness, a friend I once knew,
she doesn't come around here anymore.
My knees ares sore from crawling on the ground.
My back is weak from the pain I carry around.
My heart it hurts from all the let downs.
My soul is tired from being bound.
Happiness where are you?
Would you please come home?
Pain is blue, I've turned cold,
freezing my dreams to the bone.
Dialed the number of happiness,
no longer in service,
no forwarding address.
Happiness it's you I miss.
Watching the storm roll in,
feel the wind and the chill begin.
I don't run, I stop and grin,
the rain is my only friend.
Her names pain, invite her in.