Rain drops from the sky
Do adorn my hair
Icy, sharp and wet.
This cold morning, they pierce through the fog
In a dreary dead place
The crows are away, the crowd has departed
I fear for my sanity, consumed in this silence
But for the patter of tears from the sky.
It sounds like my heart
That is being squeezed dry.
And all at once, the darkness has fallen
Sunshine storms, the glory of spring
Yet
Nobody knows that those troops have invaded
The desert of my heart
With showers of pain.
Do adorn my hair
Icy, sharp and wet.
This cold morning, they pierce through the fog
In a dreary dead place
The crows are away, the crowd has departed
I fear for my sanity, consumed in this silence
But for the patter of tears from the sky.
It sounds like my heart
That is being squeezed dry.
And all at once, the darkness has fallen
Sunshine storms, the glory of spring
Yet
Nobody knows that those troops have invaded
The desert of my heart
With showers of pain.
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