It pours

tried to leave with it and it poured
ran and ran yet it still rings
couldn't get away from its grasp
told lies yet all of them were believed
faith led me to the  believe it was possible
improbability was always in doubt when it came
got through six roads yet each one is different
never thought i would have to miss them
each year it gets more hotter more unbearable
from the undisputed to the defeated
the soil has never lost a fight
bodies are well hidden deep within
through it all, its still its pain that's lost in us
can i still shed tears for my lost ones?