The crystal water droplets hit the ground,
through the cool clear glass, I watch the rain fall,
the gray veil offers me a peaceful sound;
the rain is a blanket that covers all.
Each droplet is a tear that I have cried
and the puddles are collections of tears.
Every time I painted my mask, I lied,
for I finally succumbed to my fears.
But thunder and lightning come with the storm,
harshly ripping me till I'm skinned.
I am alone, with no place to be warm;
I can only observe the whistling wind.
I am trapped in a war, day after day.
It's a whirlwind and I am swept away.