Well now the sky might be sad We cherish even the fights we have The droplets are fretful tears of pain Torn out with an excuse of rain
Outside the road is not wet But in my heart it is raining And all the love we have kept Now like always; won't be failing
The sun is not creeping out yet And the birds are not singing Tell me darling have you slept? Or is even your heart ringing?
Sing to me about your heartache In a voice with a trembling shake I know because even I lie awake I know because even I lie in wait
And lover when the rains go away Sit and count the falling stars With me in the cold today Bathed in the warmth of your heart
When you are tired but cannot sleep With secrets that your heart cannot keep Then spill some ink and and botch the page For a poet the honest paper is the stage