They fall and cover my scarry soul
The raindrops of my deepest room
Blue nuances cover rosy shades
and drown them into darkish gloom
A palette in strikingly changes
an illustration of my soul
The weathered, flaking portrait
an image of the colours you stole
As the rain keeps pouring
I wander in cold, bleaking streams
Abandoned are my ambitious plans
along with my imaginary dreams
Nothing can be as fateful
as when hope desolates the soul
When the owner of the crying heart
gives up her positive goal
The pouring raindrops keep covering
the remaining fragments of a former me
I'm wading across the condemned's river
A source extending into a disastrous sea.
