Are there tears somewhere.
Hiding beneath that heart there?
Or is it cracked and too dry,
Like the earth under the bright sky?

Fear,hope and love evaporated.
Condensed to those created
Until the blood becomes thick
And the heart becomes sick

O God flood me with the rain
So that I may shower my veins
And let my frail heart pumps out
Those tears I cant live without

For my heart is a wilting plant
Holding on to the fence I can't
Need the rain to circulate in my stem
So that I may reach the sun once again.