Rain pours down, the fourth straight night
the drops hit the roof, my mind is still
still, and still reminiscing all that has passed
the noise is my only comfort; solitude, my stronghold.

Lost souls sitting beside each other
in a place where pomp and despair linger
The rain kept them company
as one by one, hearts start to unravel

The spirits found themselves
awaiting a ferry homebound
Enjoying the warmth of life
the rain intensified the heat

All have been said and done
what was once intertwined must now untangle
The rain still falls
so do the pieces of a love lost.