Why do my eyes rain?
Because of my limited abilities?
Because of my pain?
Or shall I say, because of my memories?
Should I try to find someone.
To solve this mystery?
Or will there be no one
To end my misery?
Maybe I’ll feel better.
Once they’ve forgotten there trace.
Because I won’t have to remember
The sight of your face.
However, they continue to fight,
Like a thief in the night...