I look into the rain,
And see not a single drop,
But the rain as a whole,
And I begin to think,
This rain is like the tears of she,
Who kills with each sad glance,
She looks with empty eyes,
The make me cry as well,
What makes her mourn so,
That is my question,
That neither the gods nor man can answer,
So still I walk the road,
I walk this road of tears,
Hoping to find the cure to her sadness,
But there's no cure to be found,
So I writhe in anger, and terror,,
The pain I feel is more than hell could bring,
And more than any punishment man can deliver,
I will walk this sad road still though,
Through the river of tears that she does not cry,
These tears are not hers, but mine,
At seeing her sad as she is,
I'd kill myself to make her smile.
But she would not smile at that |
