An onslaught of rain
dripping on his battered sneakers,

Head down with grief
he just wants to call the reaper.

His plentiful cries
disguised because of the tormenting sky.

No more love in his heart,
even outside it appears dry.

He repeatedly asks why,
the sorrowful beginning of his demise.

His head soaking wet,
just this one moment left him baptized

The blink of an eye is too quick
for a soul to leave it's eyes.

Even the most wise of our time
couldn't protect the prayers of this size.

That memory controlling his head,
taking up all the space once used to plan ahead.

He had committed no crime,
but he sees in constantly stuck on rewind.

Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to be,

he crawls to the phone booth to hear her voice
one last time.