The rain's supposed to fall,
It will be a sign for some of cleansing,
For the guilt in her soul,
She will walk into the past to the times,
She has cringed to think of,
Take herself by the hand, pointing forward,
To see the future self that she will love,
That the moment from which they now view her,
A step along the path,
Was maybe not necessary, but was,
Is what the future hath.
It cannot change,
But would you if you could,
Risk changing the person that you are now?
Then you've bigger problems than all your shoulds.