Teardrops form like condensed water in clouds,
Or like dew collecting on morning grass,
Sometimes they seem like their on the right routes,
But they take a wrong turn, they cannot pass

They run into a detour, they never
Seem to get to their destinations
The destinations for new beginnings,
They never can let go or start over,

Until one day one rain cloud does get there,
It rains for one day, the cloud can give up
No more trying to get through the wall,
The brick wall that wouldn’t break nor crumble,

It will now be sunny, forever more,
They can start over, let go, dreams can soar.