Raindrops

Every raindrop changes the tides slowly
Raindrops building quickly, careful to mirth
Every raindrop make small tides holy
Only able to fall back to the earth
Burning through life in haste, naive they fall
never seeing home, never coming home
Searching peacefully, somebody to call
Wanting a person, anyone to comb
Crashing into the earth one at a time
Forcing themselves into the hefty crowd
Faraway from their ancient self, their prime
Never feeling, a sense of being proud
They always think about the good old days
Only able to go through the same phase