When will the rainy road come to a dead end?

It has been a long way through these rainy storms

The struggles within them and the forms

Wet floor as people walked across them

Having there head down not knowing when the end will come 

Rock on top of rock

The struggles of the storms kept stock

When will the rainbow form?

Will there always be a storm?

When will it shine again?

Or will people have to pretend ?

Pretend to walk through with happiness

While every drop of rain is of burdens

Trees have fallen 

Ashes have burden 

While the people walk uncertain 

Questioned about the next road

Or even wondering if the truth was told

Life hits the heart 

Having every road feel like it is tearing them apart

Wood after wood held together

Wondering if this storm will float away like a feather

Trees holding onto more weight 

Making people feel as if there is so much hate

Holding the weight inside the mind 

Trying to smile and stay kind 

But as the road gets bigger

And the storm gets stronger

Why cant the people become more greater?

Instead they feel the weight of the unpowered

As they become more tired.