I am a drop of winter rain
People say I fall in vain
But none of them hears my pain
All they worry about is a stain
Peace from me at times they obtain
Still, no one cares how ruthlessly I am slain
I cry, wash their sins and am lost in a drain
Only with a hope of being born again.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
I am a drop of winter rain
People say I fall in vain
But none of them hears my pain
All they worry about is a stain
Peace from me at times they obtain
Still, no one cares how ruthlessly I am slain
I cry, wash their sins and am lost in a drain
Only with a hope of being born again.
