She lays on the Street,
Crying out for her love,
Her man is gone,
all because of her.
She now lives in sorrow,
everyday a new pain,
always Tears from the Clouds,
pooring down like rain.
But she can't take it anymore,
her life seems pointless,
how she ever made it this far,
was because of her man.
Everynight she dreams,
of that dreadful memory,
The Angel of Darkness,
taking her man away.
Pale as a Ghost,
she stares at her reflection,
thinking of how happy they were,
before their separation.
She visits the night,
when they had the fight,
A body laying in the street,
with her at his feet.
She awoke that morning,
a cold day,
rain endlessly pooring,
by herself she remains.
She visits his grave,
always saying she is sorry,
when she then notices,
A cross bearing her name.
