• drops of the cold rain fall on the world below
    millions but each one isolated till it hits the ground
    once it hits, it loses its identity and becomes one with the flow
    a journey that always continues

    oh lonely droplet tell me your story
    tell me of how you started
    what you did when you fell
    how you continue when you lost yourself
    will you ever recover your identity?

    the cold has come and there is snow
    lonely droplet where did you go?
    after so long you became something beautiful
    and when your journey like this has you hit the ground
    you have held on to your identity.
    thus the lonely droplet will continue its journey