Dripping wet

A fall of rain, a crying sky,
hey, I have an umbrella
true as a spoken lie.
I am dripping wet, aren’t I?

So many dreams pass me by.
Only drops touch me, that‘s real.
The scars inside, they could heal,
but now they make me slowly die.

The birds and dreams fly above me.
Oh so free they can be!
When rainy clouds come, they’re away
but I have no wings to fly away!

A fall of rain, a crying sky,
hey, I have an umbrella
true as a spoken lie.
I am dripping wet, aren’t I?