My heart it is a downpour. 

Welling eyes of children on the sidewalk, trembling in the rain. 

Calling out in my rear view, begging me to stay. 

I have no choice but to inch away. 

I never meant to make you cry, you are just a child, one day you will know. 

The world moves on outside your window, without your say. 

But how can I preach what hasn't settled in yet? 

How can I testify of courage when I'm petrified? 

How can I be a lantern when I'm still shivering in the dark? 

My heart it is a downpour. 

Cracking thunder, rolling rain. 

Just because I'm grown doesn't mean I'm big. 

Yesterday I was you. At the window as heroes rolled away. 

Now I'm rolling away, and feeling like I need a hero, as I watch you tremble. 

My heart it is a downpour,

Because I tremble just like you. 

But no one's there to say I'm brave.

You and I are the same baby girl, that's our secret.

Inside of me is someone like you. 

A trembling child, standing in the rain, with frozen legs that can move to the door. 

Because goodbye is more of a rock than a word...

Impossible to swallow.