Rain... Innocent smiles of a life, a ghost waved a melted eyes,
Inner voices turned to roaring, lengthening the railway of pain,
Like a flower in a trodden sand,
Ripped by ash coloured waves and smashed over the stones of human emptiness.
I couldn't give you life, so I gave mine.
Rain fell within a moment, each drop I have felt.
We are drinking rainwater, together again.
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|