An open window clears,
outside, the rain appears,
but this pair of glowing eyes
like spears, begin to pierce.
Three children playing in the
rain,
they laugh, they smile,
they share their pain...
...where did those summer
days go?
...Away, as time flies away,
the leaves begin to fall
the street, covers by rain.
Two silhouettes - in joy
they walk.
For hours lasts this walk,
the lonely street, they fill
with talk.
He whispers in her ear...
Then passion strikes the ground,
a kiss, like thunder,
deafens every sound.
A face, familiar -
reappears.
Two feet, splash in the
rain,
two hearts are one,
one waits, in vain.
This lonely tear
drops on the dirt...
Fists, covered now
in blood,
painting the wall,
with screams and calls...
...the darkest thought
remains.
Hate, shrouds the raging
mind.
Hate for this love,
hate, whispers from above,
it's chains - begin to bind.
An open window locks,
the rain has stopped,
the silence mocks.
Those eyes, as always-
fierce,
they pierce with hate,
yet fill with tears...