Somewhere down a street,
I walk under the cloudy rain.
A dim light showing the way,
Leading me away from pain.
A wrecked bench with dew drops,
Empty as always on the other side.
Every watch & every clock stops,
The devious time is now my guide.
Icy cold palms and drenched hair,
Staring faces filled with despair.
A torn paper and a broken pen,
Trying to use words made by men.
Fingers bleeding black with grief,
Blacker than the clouds above pouring.
Forsaken faith & forgotten belief,
Dreams and hopes in the air soaring.
Accepting the truth that I now abide,
Upon myself I take all the blame.
Waiting for you on the other side,
All I could write was your name.