Can you feel the concreat rain
As it falls down and bares our pain.
face streaming in a mixture unborn
A heart not healing and have been torn
The desire of love and a wish incomplete,
feeling of regreat and defeat.
Dont you see me?
Or am I meant to be unseen?
I can't breathe here without you
Truthfully I want too..
My tears build my concreat rain
But I wonder if its to late.