I am tired and the raindrops keep falling
while the black night stares outside in at me.
The light gets shady with every minute
and round me everything begins to fade.

The only thing that matters still,
the only thing that counts,
is your loving smile at me,
for it is what me really astounds.

You showed me your tumblr blog
and made me read your mind,
thus showing me another yours,
so far I still was blind.

The only thing that matters still,
the only thing that counts,
is being here and writing for you
hoping it fixes some of your wounds.

A look at your face reveals your tiredness
but you still fight for my prize,
as you already know from me,
that keeping up would be wise.

The only thing that's matters still,
the only thing that counts,
is how you will react to them,
these words released from their bounds.