I put you in a package and I store you way up high,
you were supposed to be the umbrella set out to keep me dry
I stamp you with regret and I seal you with your lies,as I sit here in this rain because it seems I missed the signs
You couldnt walk so I became your cane,
and as this rain turned to a drizzle my love began to wane
Stored in safekeeping on that cold day in May,
in a brown cardboard box you were never far away
The package was inundated and so the seal began to bust,
when in it was my dignity, my pride, all of my trust
So I take a deep breath and I unknot that withered rope,
and as the rain turned to a rainbow I felt this feeling some call hope
