Heavy Rain, My Lord,

You Bring To The City,

Disclosing Hidden Thoughts;

Baptismal Water

Steeping My Body,

Rejecting My Soul.



Whispers Of Wind Change To Cries Beyond My Ear,

Scattered Shadows Evoke

A Whirl Of Remembrances;

Sweet Entities,

Emotional Shots

Made Of Broken Destinies.



And I Ask You, My Lord,

Why My Love Lies In Hate

And My Dreams In Death;

Why The Holy Breath Of Life

Crossed My Mud Backwards;

A Book Read From The End,

That's What I Am.



Still Raining,

Cold Tears Of Lucid Pity

Sliding Down On My Back,

Shivers Of A Life Waiting For The Rain To Rise To The Sky;

Illusions Of A Loving Mind

Forced To Live Searching

For A Dream

Just To Blow It Out!



And I Pray You, My Lord,

To Be My Last Dream

In This Rainy Day,

The One Where Life And Joy

Will Marry My Sorrow,

A Unifying Dimension

In Which My Soul Will Finally Rest.