The rain, it pours a sorrow tune,
The clouds hold shelter to the moon
To where am I supposed to look?
My star, the sky has solemnly took
Lit no more, is the flame we held
His sight remained, yet mine rebelled
Drifting by was a familiar wind,
Without a choice, the breeze flew in
Eyes set focus upon a glare,
Ignoring tremors, I allowed the stare
A whisper begged, who could this be?
Deceiving voices cried, could this be me?
An empty life turned painfully numb,
In my own world, I lived, it turned me dumb
Entranced by my star, a love was sprung
Blissfully so, such a love came undone
By two distant souls, that love could be no more
Louder now, the sorrow tune shall pour