The rain fell down with half its might;
trying to smite the flowers.
But the bed was merely lodged,
The rain used half its power.
There was nothing could be done,
The rain could not pretend.
The flowers waited for the sun
To lift them up again.

She came by talking and asking
asking and talking
She came by talking money
and asking for forgiveness
She came by thinking
money could buy happiness
and prosperity would
grant her the key to heaven
She came by lying
with her legs open
and cheating
with her heart closed
She came by crying
She came by
She came
and then she was gone.