As my mind darkens
so does the sky
empty like an untouched canvas
I begin to cry

and quickly the rain falls on the earth like the tears on my cheeks
the old rocking chair begins to sway back and forth
as if an old friend were watching

the wind howls removing the water
is it you? Drying my cheeks?

Dear mother, do you weep for your tired child?
do you console with every drop and breeze?
And when it dries are you gone?

maybe it's a lie
the rain could just be water
and the rocking chair cold and empty
and there is no one to worry for the child

empty like an untouched canvas, I weep
dear mother are you there for me