Futile Plains

The moment grips me
Till my thoughts lie
Motionless around my feet
Like blades of regret
Waiting
For the rain
That will never have come
Leaving dry these tears
My everything
From which hope grows
Sometimes

And shouldn't i know
By now
These dark clouds
Empty promises
Barren for me
As i wait
For the rain
That will never have come
Leaving dry these tears
My everything
From which hope grows
Sometimes