Samur

With no sail, I have no choice but drift

Approaching clouds carry me this gift

Sun dried and tattered

Each inch of me hurts

Surrounded by water

But still dying of thirst

Because I won't give in to drinking the sea

The ale of defeat, the true death of me

Letting my shield down

Preparing for the storm

Staring up as the rain begins to take form

I close my eyes and open my mouth

Fill up my soul, my life is this drought

Drop by drop it leaks, this is all I want

But only a few fall

While the clouds still haunt

Draping like a halo, a crown of upsets

Is this a sign I'm not ready for it yet?

Rain down on me

Waiting for the darkened skies above

Rain down on me

Waiting for the skies I thought I loved

Rain down on me

I don't know what I want