Feel the rain showering and pouring in your weary head
A wasteland desperately needing a dousing from the dread
From too much racing and skipping on the surface of the dead
Leading towards slipping and falling on a convenient tread
Thoughts of fortune, fame and glory were the stories but instead
Ending up on a scene, broke of dreams, the words no longer said
Let the rain have no restraint to wash away and find the seeds in bed
Help them grow to new unknowns through the infinity in your head