Where Would You Fall?

If you were the rain,
Where would you fall?
Would you follow the steps of pain,
Or the luckiest of all?

Would you float above the head,
Of those who are losing their mind,
Fall upon those mourning the dead,
Upon those whose hearts were left behind?

Would you pour onto those in bliss,
And bring forth a romantic scene,
For a young couple's first kiss,
Or for a man on his knee offering?

Would you rain when there's sun,
Where your true colors would show?
Would we see just one,
Or would there be a rainbow?

Would you bring back life,
In the bloom of the sleeping flower?
Would you strike lightning down on strife,
If you had the power?

If you were the rain,
Where would you fall?
Deep down are you the same,
Underneath it all?

Six Feet Underground

I walk around,
Searching in the day,
For what lies six feet underground,
Something hidden far away.

I'm chasing the sun,
To find what belongs to the night,
Seeking the only one,
That sees the hole in me tonight.

The vision is so vibrant,
Yet I don't see it in view,
Over my thought it is tyrant,
And all leads back to you.

You have my mind on lock down,
Lying six feet underground,
Hiding from the day's light,
Revealing the worst in me tonight.

Pumping water as time will tell,
Thought by thought will prove this well,
To be running dry,
Seeming empty without knowing why.

Refusing to tell me all about,
Leave me trying to figure out,
What do I truly keep,
Chained up in the arms of sleep?