sábado, 16 de mayo de 2015

Be the rain.

Be the rain.

Under the rain I wait,
Lights from far keep coming,
A tender heart shall rise above.

I traveled the land again.
A whisper of silence,
A journey I have always made.

The world keep moving,
No passion can set me free.
I'm condemned to be dead by noon.

Each step I give is meant to falter.
Every step must fade onto the wind.
The trace is lost, for i'll remain in silence.

A gentle rain keep coming,
Quietly, at last.

-Be the rain-