Luvante

The summer rain is catching on my skin
Freezing in the morning hour
Seconds before dawn

Respite
It calls to me
Like a distant bird's soliloquy
Fading in the cold

Father, hear my plea
What was I destined for?
When will I be free?

Slowly
In cacophony
Singing melodies
Lying still

Dreaming
Of a lucid sky
Will I ever find
A reply?

[Drop]

Wake up