I miss the rain...
...taking away the painfrom an unwanted reality
forcing on me the insanity
of a life lived in vain,
of nights full o' strain
from knowing my own mortality,
and days of utter banality
fighting against the shame
of living without finality.
I miss the rain...
washing away the drain
from so many sleepless nights
trying to reach up new heights
where I can feel rid of the stain
of having survived all the fights
in my long and useless campaign...
Oh, how I miss the rain!
Falling upon the grain
on my vast and lonely fields
where I'm enshrined in the shields
that protect me from man's reign...
I miss the rain...